. . . look like digging!
I've got a whole lotta bulbs here. Tulips and daffodils and grape hyacinths. Plus some crocus and snow drops.
Lucky for me, it's raining again.
Which will make it much easier to dig down and plant these babies.
(I'll be so happy, come spring.)
. . . just feel so hopeless.
Horrible. Overwhelming. Relentless. Piling on and on and on. Day after day.
This morning, I stepped into my shoes and headed to the gym. For kickboxing. Punching. Kicking. Sweating. Things I can control. It helped.
Sometimes Mondays feel hopeless.
That's when we need to dig even deeper.
. . . look messy and loud!
Yep. That's my front yard.
We're having two retaining walls re-done. It's a total mess. But also very exciting.
Sometimes you have to knock things down and get messy . . . before you can build them back up.
Bring a bit of color.
We headed up north for a long weekend. Pops of color are beginning to show up in the forest.
Change . . . is coming.
Oh, man. Sometimes Mondays look like . . .
You can convince yourself that . . . it's just the laceweight. (Because things always look wonky with laceweight.)
But then it becomes all too obvious on the last row. (That satisfying last row, y'know . . . that really pulls everything together.)
That there is Something Very Wrong.
Something you really should have caught (and done something about) 8 or 10 rows ago.
Because half-way through the final row, you can see that . . . everything is not pulling together anymore.
You apparently lost the plot. Right there in the middle of a row. 8 or 10 rows back.
(Turns out it wasn't the laceweight.)
And so. . . it is not to be.
Not now. Probably not ever.
Because you don't have the time.
Or the energy.
Or the mindset.
To fix this.
I'm sure there's a metaphor in there somewhere.
But I'm not going to find it now.
Sometimes Mondays . . . show you that letting go is the only way.
(And it's going to be just fine.)
. . . look like an escape.
As summer begins its march toward fall, Tom and I like to escape up north every chance we can.
Here we are.
Somewhat isolated as we work remotely, trying to soak up every bit of summer we can.
This Monday, though, we're also trying to make sense of the times we live in, and struggling to comprehend the vermin in our midst (always there, but now unafraid to show their faces).
I think I'll head down to the lake now.
To watch the loon-baby learn to swim and fish.
. . . look wide open . . .
But that's just an illusion.
I had a weekend full of fun, which means I didn't get myself organized for the week.
In other words, sometimes Mondays really look like digging out!
(Does this ever happen to you?)
Look an awfully lot like more relaxing.
Don't be fooled, though. (With wifi and a computer, much work can happen in between casts!)