We didn't plant a garden this year. This makes me sad, a little, and somewhat relieved. We had a harvest of raspberries, yay perennials. And we will just have to make blinky eyes at all those gardeners who have too much produce on hand.
In the meantime one of the gardens has not gone fallow. It has turned into a puppy dream playground. From the tiny squeeze hole between the fence and gate, to the landscape fabric and tomato cages, this piece of landscape is puppy heaven.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.