I found myself, suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, on a new path. Where have I been, you wonder. Well, I have been busy, wondering, thinking, moving furniture, and trying to think of what to say. A fact is a fact. It’s true. My profile will change, my sidebar is suddenly out of date.
I cannot show you bunnies. I cannot show you The Little Wild Garden reformed. I cannot show you my dogwood tree, about which I had planned to blog for a year. The 1921 farm house is a place left behind. For now. My household of six is a household of three. Time must work a work, and until then, well, I must be patient in some things. And silent.
I find myself happy, at least, still with love, joy and peace, and stories to tell of a little garden under a window: two shepherd’s hooks–one with wind chimes in robin’s egg blue and one with a hanging potted plant, and a bunny made from concrete with a heavy patina. (The bunny hopped alongside us from The Little Wild Garden.) That bunny’s been my friend for a long time.
Would you care to walk with me?
I can still tell you stories of thrift store shopping and be-still-my-heart vintage finds. I can tell you tales of a new garden, way bigger than before, with landscapers working constantly, with blossoming trees and daffodils and perfectly mulched beds. Annie loves to walk this huge garden where she visits with other dogs. I can talk to you of getting in shape in a weight room and swimming in the pool. I can talk to you of clay dolls and brooches and paintings.
Anyway, that is where I have been. I hope you will join me in my new adventures.
Little tales from…still thinking.
