In one way, I can’t believe I’ve not made a post since January, but, when I look back over the last six months, I can’t believe I have survived these days of crisis. The year started off with a bang of constant writing jobs coming from different sources-I feel so blessed for the opportunities that came my way-but life can never be so simple, at least not for me.
As many of you know, who have loved ones with either severe mental illness or physical disabilities, you can never depend on any “normal” days lasting on a consistent basis. Trying to keep focused and functioning when everything around you is shifting sand, is tiring and wearing on body and soul.
If it was not for my supportive husband and work in my garden, I honestly don’t know where I would be at this moment in my life. Living from one crisis to another, year after year, will completely wear you down but will also teach some lessons, even if at times they seem hidden.
One of the biggest lessons I’ve had to receive is living one day at a time. Enjoying one day, one hour, or even a few minutes of calm and quiet is much more valued now than it was in my youth.
As I write this, summer has hit-the 90s started yesterday and will continue on for the next four months. We came back from a few days away at my niece’s high school graduation to a garden full of cucumbers. So, I begin this growing season with a great harvest.
Total harvest to date: 2 lbs 12 oz! I made a decision in April to not grow as much food this year due to the current life challenges. So, with that said, my goal this year is 115 pounds of homegrown goodness. That is down 50 pounds from last year.
I will leave you with some pics from the garden so far, and a wish to live one day at a time.