You may have noticed
That I haven’t written much
Over the last 18 + months.
I could blame it on the pandemic
But that is really not the case.
On a glorious Sunday
In early February of 2020
I took a nasty fall
From my attic.
Thankfully I bounced off a refrigerator
And a car
Slowing my fall
To the garage floor.
Breaking
Well…a lot.
Don’t worry
With lots of good medical care
And support
I have recovered.
I will admit though, that I have not been
The cheeriest person of late.
Not the full blown depression
I have experienced
And written about
In the past,
But a kind of dullness
That is not me.
This afternoon
As I was planting what will
Hopefully be
A fall crop of peas
There it was
My old friend optimism.
I must be really optimistic
To be planting peas
In Oklahoma
In August.
Then I remembered this picture
That Kristina sent me yesterday.
Last summer
I taught my grandson, Henry
How to save marigold seeds.
He’s a quick study.
What better picture
Of optimism
Than a child
Holding a glass full of seeds.
Gail
“Sometimes when you’re in a dark place you think you’ve been buried,
but you’ve actually been planted.”
Christine Caine
In My Garden 