May 14, 2014

Slower recovery than I expected. Groggy Tuesday, though I did get some marketing done. I could see from the street that my garden at 62 was ablaze. I went over to take some photos, and was seized with the most immediate and piercing grief. My lovely garden was both beautiful and neglected. Iris. . . peony. . . foxglove trying to shoulder up between the weeds. . .  Eyes filled with tears I ran across the street, got my tools, and did some serious gardening. It was too much too soon–I didn’t feel well afterwards– nor is the job finished– but the activity sheered the edge off really unexpected emotion.