There was a perfect opportunity to catch spring colors at my place of work, so I took full advantage.
Here are the results:
Who’s with me on the quest for warmer days, for spring sunshine and thawed soils? South is the direction, I’m told – perhaps there is loamy soil that is thawing not terribly far away?
Longing deeply for longer days and physical purpose, I have lolled to such extreme that I don’t recognize my body parts when I glance down. I’ve assembled nine puzzles in the last four weeks, and now have assembly down to a science of sorts: outside frame first, then sort by color and assemble smallest sections first, then work up to the largest section and sort by shape.
Puzzling keeps me from surf-shopping, or lingering too long on social media. These I find detrimental to either my financial or mental well-being, so work diligently to avoid them.
I’ve enjoyed fringe social media involvement for many years, grasping in the early days of the game that I could use settings to filter out or censor unwanted information. I set up groups before it became an easy thing to do, and custom posted to my set groups many times over the years. I understand the basic underpinnings of such outlets.
Lately though, there is too much filtering to do – I would have to censor nearly every ‘friend’, family, friend or acquaintance to maintain my sense of well-being. So I reduce my time online, and diligently search for other activities to occupy my mind and fill my time. This was not a conscious thing in years past. It’s new.
Finally, I fully understand why there are some who pose the question “are we part of a simulation”? It all seems contrived lately, manipulated and overdone – like life has turned into some horrible version of reality show mixed with soap opera. I don’t want to be a cast member, I didn’t sign a contract for this – and the pay is horrible.
So, I dream a little dream of loamy soil, and sunshine on my back, and bird sounds and insect wings – and hang tightly onto the dangled offer to join one of my teammates in the greenhouse next week.
An overload of work, combined with the sheer overwhelm of ‘letting things go’ during the overload, resulted in a paralysis of sorts.
Then spring temperatures arrived and the daylight lengthened – and a dear friend said “send me some pictures” when I told her I wanted to spend time in the garden.
She knew what she was doing. I required the prompt to recall that I have cameras for just that purpose – to take photos.
Here’s what’s happening in the garden, sans any human intervention for the past nine months.