After four years – this is makes an equivalent of one year’s reading.
When I started writing, I wondered how I would make a transition from Maryland to Texas. Some costs have been dear; some benefits have been super. I have made friends, done things, seen things that are flat out wonderful. But, I know I am missing other people and times that may never come again.
|A Wordless Evangelist*|
We’ve been through four Texas summers – and now five autumns. Only this week are the leaves changing colors, and the mums in the garden, blooming. Only this week did several of the plants shrivel and fade. By Friday, the geraniums and impatience will go if the nights are as cold as predicted. The first year I did little to prepare the beds for “rest.” Each year, a bit more – and this year, I’ve done the most. It will be interesting to see if the jasmine I re-potted will survive. I am saving the seeds from the black-eyed Susans and bachelor buttons.
I even have plans for next March, God willing. I want to dig up a small bed on the west side of the house that has not done well in the heat and dryness, and plant an assortment of Texas flowers. The afternoon sun is fierce – but the gardening book suggests a few hardy types can handle it.
And I have learned a few more things writing about this move, the house and yard:
I have learned how to add my own photos.
I learned briefer is better than clever.
I see that two pieces still get the most attention; whether it was the artwork, or content, I can’t tell.
The backyard here has been as real a classroom, as the ones I had in Maryland – putzing around, I have time to think about mistakes made, and lessons learned . . . which enabled me to describe some experiences, that may help a reader avoid my mistakes.
Being messy – careless with belongings and relationships – is a quality of self-centeredness.
I hate falling out with people I love; I hate being the reason they are mad, too.
Writing this humble blog is like my planning to dig up that western strip of garden – I am learning what works, and what has to go; I may even have time to get some plants into my life, like the ones I hope to plant in the spring, ones that will stand up to hard times. (The Beatitudes)
Blessed are those who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never cease to be amused. --Unknown