The Challenge

The roses that grow next to the porch are blooming. In the past few years, they’ve started to poke through the railing. I love that.

And right around the corner from the rose bush, these guys are about to take off.

Of course, it’s been raining – yesterday, today, and tomorrow – let’s hope the rains are gentle so they don’t fall over.

I know some of you who are in drought conditions, and you’d love rain, but we are sick of it. We’ve had way, way  too much rain. The secret garden is a swamp and there are permanent puddles of water all over the property. I screamed “I am so sick of all this rain!!!” yesterday, no doubt alarming Don.

I honestly don’t have a lot to say. I could say a lot about the administration and the horrors taking place every day. I could say a lot about the ongoing genocide in Gaza. Evil is everywhere. As Don said this morning, “As evil as you think they are, they’re worse.”

Truer words were never spoken.

On these rainy days, it’s harder to avoid the news. When the weather is dry, I can go outside and do some chores and/or mow and I can escape for a bit. Rainy days? Almost impossible to escape. And I want to know what’s happening because I feel we all need to bear witness. It’s imperative.

I’ve said this before, of course. It’s something that both Don and I keep wrestling with. We used to say, “How do we find balance?” But frankly, there is no balance right now and I don’t think there will be for a while.

And yes, I know about the dollhouse and reading and all the other things I could do. At this time, if I have one day a week in which I’m mildly distracted by any of them, it’s a win.

Anyway, I’ve said it before and I don’t mean to lay it on you again. I’m simply being somewhat transparent. Believe me, you don’t want completely transparent.

Sending lots of love to all of you because I know you’re dealing with the same challenge.

Stay safe.

Happy Wednesday.