Things have been so stressful this summer but I feel like I am finally beginning to breathe again. I can look around and be content.
The garden produced well in spite of everything. I gave virtually all of it away but next year I will plant less of everything and more of what I really would use. Less tomatoes, more lettuce. Stagger broccoli planting, plant some beans, carrots, etc. Make it a salad garden. Fresh salad every night. What could be better?
The chickens are also at a perfect point: Enough to feed us with maybe a dozen extra per week to give away. They don’t eat too much, there aren’t so many that I feel pressured, they aren’t hiding eggs. It’s good.
My arm is getting better every week. I only take ibuprofen twice a day, and that’s a great indicator of improvement in pain levels. I can use it more and I try to remember to do that. I use it with intention, concentrating on the muscles I’m supposed to be stretching. I can foresee that it will continue to improve and that one day all this will be a bad memory.
My BIL’s condition has deteriorated, as we knew it would, and he is in the hospital right now. There are serious doubts that he will return to our house. They want to put him in a back brace to prevent further spine fractures as his bones deteriorate, but the doctors really want him confined to bed. We have always said we could not care for him if he became bed ridden. I’ve done CNA work with really ill people before and I am no longer physically capable of that and my husband is not up to the challenge. So while the inevitability of his passing draws closer, the breathing space offered by his removal to the hospital has been palpable and welcome.
The special clarity of Autumn is approaching rapidly. This has been an exceptionally cool summer and I am trying to prepare for an early onset of Fall. Some of our leaves are turning already. I ask myself if they do that every year and I am just rushing things? Possibly. But there is the distinct feeling of winding down now, of settling. As if Autumn were the evening of a long day and one can now rest for just a bit and regather their spirit.
The air is clean and sweet tonight as I take a few slow, deep breaths.
Better. Much better.