Carrying On
Home, again. Home, again. It feels good. It was nice to see we got a half inch of rain in my absence. Everything looks lush and plush. I thought about mowing yesterday afternoon, but that’s as far as it got, a thought. Mostly I lounged around and then went to get some groceries because the cabinets were bare. They’re less so this morning.
Another nice surprise that welcomed me as I turned into the drive were the Asters. They’re blooming. Small purple flowers with yellow centers beneath one of the lacy oaks. My wife planted them years ago, and they have spread, and do their best to make fall and early winter colorful seasons. Best of all, they require little assistance as they get on with their business of living. And I like that about a plant in the garden.
At one point we had lots of Gulf Muhly, and they too, would have been blooming, waving wispy purple blooms about, but that was before the trees grew large and the sunny spots disappeared. Now they’re just a memory, like lots of things in my life, which I suppose is just part of the order of things. You enjoy what you have, remember what you had, and carry it all into tomorrow in hopes of making new and maybe even better memories.
John W. Wilson is the author of The Long Goodbye: A Caregiver’s Tale