Today I am grateful that we have been making belated progress on our spring weeding, planting, and mulching. When we first moved here 9 years ago, we were able to complete this project for the entire property in a single day. Older and wiser, we have learned to break it down by area and then further by specific tasks. (All things in bite-sized morsels work better for me these days.) The downside is that it never really feels like we've finished. But, thankfully, there are triumphs along the way, rewards for jobs well-done, like this year's zinnia and coleus taking root in their potted homes.
Today I am grateful that Amy is so beautifully capturing our Taos trip, one juicy day at a time. Looking back at my journal pages, it is hard to fathom just how much we managed to pack into each day. I had intended to do a similar day-by-day recap upon re-entry, but will more than likely delve deeply into specific stories when I finally land.
Yes, it's taking a long time for me to recover. Part of me is still on Taos time and in that state of mind ... and in absolutely no hurry to shake it. What's interesting is that I will be by the sea in less than one week. This should either bring me back into balance or catapult me completely out of my wobbly orbit. In the interim, I am grateful to know what helps with my post-transformational recovery ... cups of tea, naps as needed, and good books.
So grateful for breakfast with Amy tomorrow, so she can remind me (yet again) that it wasn't a dream!