Spring has sprung and the fireflies have arrived. It feels early. It’s only been days since the last freeze. . .
I watched one alight on the garden bed beam, and as I peered closer, it flashed wings at me with agitated antennae. I took the hint and retreated back – and it was gone in that moment. Absent.
We are in the midst of this storm of no precedence. The unknown. Varied in strength and strike and form.
The storm activity has been one of ‘take shelter’ here. In tornado country we know how to be prepared for a short and harsh duration that may cause a term of duress… but this. . .
Prepare for taking care of family – too many in the scary category to comprehend.
Prepare to be home for extended periods… write lists, revise lists, check lists.
The theme has been prepare.
Work was deemed essential. Many hours were spent by the team to set up and roll out that particular preparation. I and my office mates are nearly full remote now – a jerky transition wrought with change and chaos and frustration – then sprinkled with joy and anticipation from my perspective. What I have oft longed for is now short term reality.
And so, after so many means of preparing in and around my own realm – I recognize, once I’ve slowed down, that I’ve gone bouncing and careening along this whole storm prep while moving over and through several stages of grief.
My emotions must also have been setting up buttresses of potential realities and … well … here we are. I imagine you or someone you know has been staging through grief steps as well.
Fireflies have been spotted. So have asparagus beetles. I’m awaiting a particular wasp to cart in luggage and set up home base.
It’s been a while since I’ve been ‘present’ here. I’m surprised to recognize that. If you’ve been along for the telling, we moved a few years back, leaving established garden spaces behind. But we’ve been busy here, building new spaces and options… and I had opportunity to .. inhale it .. breathe it in. Absorb it.
It’s good – we’re a good building team.
Greens are growing. Life is abounding here. Breathing space exists and just in time.
I hope this finds you well. Recovering, or surviving, or staging the grief steps – no matter where you are, I hope you find well .. are well, .. will be well.