It has been a hectic past four weeks. Family has been visiting. I have many trips up and down I25 from Pueblo to Colorado Springs to visit my son while he was staying at his mother-in-law's house, or to keep doctors' appointments. I have also made my share of trips up and down I25 between Pueblo and Erie, Colorado to babysit grandchildren and help out my daughter Amy in other ways. And, I've even made a trip up North to work on a professional project with which I have been involved over the summer.
I have struggled with anxiety, stress, pain, and grief throughout the summer. I am finally feeling better. I am learning to deal with my stress better. I'm no longer quite as surprised by the waves of grief that continue to wash over me. I am learning to expect this as I move forward in the healing process.
Today, I did get out of my hit or miss mode and got the roses deadheaded. I also gave the lavender a hair cut since I had neglected to harvest the blooms when they were in their prime. I am hoping for a second blooming.
I keep my old Olympus C740 in the shed to use to record work done on the yard and garden. I also take photos to remind me how a certain bed was planted the year before, or to remind me of lessons I need to learn as I plant in coming years.
Yes, gardening is a form of autobiography.
- Spacing and planning ahead
- Think before you commit to something that might be a hard thing to remove in your life.
I was so upset with him at the time.
|Digging out Russian sage|
|Using an ax to get the job done|
- Gardening and grief
As in gardening, we must make choices in how we respond to grief.
it takes at least eighteen months
- The pink rose bud: Queen Elizabeth
- The white rose: Pope John Paul II
- The red rose: I did not record the name for this rose. I named it Julie many years ago.
- The pink/yellow rose: The Peace Rose