Sitting, drinking coffee, just sort of spending time this
morning. Feeling time-wealthy enough to waste it in fact. That is a rarity! I
have decided I am taking this weekend to do what I want. Period.
It is has been… odd lately, the past couple of years. I have
not written much on my cherished old blog, in large part because so much of
what is going on in my life just now is not really up for publishing. At least
not just now.
I feel like a fraud. I tell everyone things are great, all
is well, I am fine.
And in truth, I am fine, but not because all is well, rather
in spite of it not being all well. I feel a bit of the old British backbone I
must have inherited from my maternal grandmother kicking in.
Because how else can I let it be, but fine?
I am not battling a dread disease or anything like that.
Things are just not… well. But that is ok.
I know from experience that they will be again.
It’s funny. I pop onto Facebook, and as I scroll the number
of people that feel fit to go public with all and any issues going on in their
life, large or small, sort of astonishes me. Each to their own, I suppose. But
I had no idea that I was so… is prudish the right word? Reticent perhaps?
Is it a desperate need for attention those posters crave, or
the desire to show people how strong one is despite “all these awful things?”
Or maybe I am just more private that I realized. Perhaps, in
this day and age of oversharing, I feel more protective about my personal life.
I don’t mind baring my soul now and then, to a smaller
audience. And one day I will be more specific about what is currently going on.
One day. Not today.
I will say I am right sick of winter! We have this
greenhouse, you understand. And a rather large garden. As you can see from my
previous post, I have ordered seeds and it appears I have become a bit of an
addict.
Who would have thought the teenage girl who hated having to
pull weeds for her parents in the garden would one day long to be out there,
doing just that and tending to the seedlings with glee? Which makes me wonder,
how are Ian’s oak trees growing? Did Little John stay strong? My, that was a
long time ago.
Ok then. Coffee cup is empty. Must go refill.
Hello to one and all, will pop by and have a keek at what
you have been up to lately.
Sending love and huddles,
Stevie
