Boar of Leave

[ismo]

It was a super nice day today--sunny, blue skies, just warm enough that the wind didn't chill when it blew. So lovely, but still melancholy because I know a storm is bringing in a cold front this weekend, so it's like the last. There will still be tomorrow and maybe Wednesday . . . but then . . . who knows? "This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong/To love that well which thou must leave ere long." Except I'm not leaving; it's leaving me. I wrote notes of sympathy to my uncle and cousins and sent them. I did some weeding and filled a compost bag with thistles, my chronic nemesis. I feel certain amount of despair at how much there still is to be done. After the Sparrowhawk went to the gym, I still had enough daylight for a walk, but after that I ran out of gas.

Comments

[elbales]

I share that despair some days. You did what you could. There's always (always) more to be done, but as my husband is constantly reminding me, it's okay not to do things if we can't. One day at a time.

[oracne]

I am ready to wear my hoodies. So ready.