Friday, May 11, 2012

Ding Dong, the Witch is Dead

La Nina is gone.

I'm sitting on my bed, curtains open, looking out on the wetness outside cloaked by an overcast sky.  I can feel the huge collective sigh emanating from everything out there.  The trees seem to be standing taller, the grass is greener, and the garden ... oh, the garden...

I am so tied to my garden.  No matter where I am, I feel it.  It's as if there's a tether between my garden and me, one I only have to turn my mind to to travel down and transport myself to the peacefulness of it.  It's a source of hope ~ when I'm feeling down, I think of it and what I want to do next, picturing how it will look and I will feel when I'm done, and somehow everything feels better.

When it's hot and dry and things are suffering out there, I can't bear it.  I suffered right along with it last year.  Man, did I suffer.  Some people get seasonal affective disorder in the wintertime when the sun doesn't shine.  Me, I get it in the summer, when the rain doesn't come.  I lose hope that things will ever be other than hot, dry, and miserable.

But now, sitting here basking in the afterglow of two inches of rain that fell last night, I have hope again.

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