The house is a wreck. There are piles of stuff everywhere. The taxes haven't been done. The car needs to go in. I haven't been to work in a week. My husband (aka my right hand man) had a pacemaker put in last Thursday, so I haven't had my usual help. He's feeling better now, but I am afraid I have gone back into "do it all myself" mode. I can't sleep well, I never relax and I feel like I am going bonkers. I can't hold my liquor these days, because I am just to tired. I can't meditate or do my yoga- I'm too anxious about time.
Thank God for my garden. It's right outside the house and it's brimming with produce right now. I have to thin the parsley every day. I picked peas this morning too, having to get right down in the plants to find each plumped up pod. I spend much of my days washing lettuce, cooking greens and shelling peas in the kitchen next to my mom's room. The produce in my garden, like my time, is precious and must not go to waste. Plus, since spring has arrived there is planting to do. I wondered today if my mom will live to see the next batch of peas: the ones she helped me plant just a few weeks before she broke her hip.
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