jack-in-the-pulpit
The jacks are just past peak. The next session of delvelopement will be looking for the bright red berries that come in the fall. I've search frantically for the 'green dragon' that I think got buried under a huge pile of sand Tom dumped three years ago. No babies in sight either. I think I'll have to dig and try to save it. I haven't seen another one ever anywhere else aound here. {photo above} Sigh..........!
Hot this week. I don't seemed to be bothered yet by the heat. Maybe the humidity hasn't been heavy enough yet to effect me or maybe it is the drugs I'm taking. Tom wants to put in the air conditioner.......ARRGGH!! I have no desire to close up the house. I need my outdoor smells, not the in door staleness of our accumulated breaths! If I'm not complaining usually tom won't put it in. But the last few years he's been the one to insist on it first. I think it has to do with his use of air in his truck for work.
The trip down south is on hold in my mind for now. I know I can do the trip. But I want to let my fears take over so I don't have to go. Why do I do that to myself? And do I do this to myself? Or is this just some way my lifes path is telling me to rethink in a different direction? It seem a pattern to me personally. One where I committe myself to something exciting and then drop it because it can be too much or too overwhelming. My auto response I guess. I feel the need to go just to experience. I feel the need to stay because of looming things that surround the weeks before and after the trip. Making thing convient for the husband and the kids and who ever stays with them at night and do I get back on the weekend because three or four days is enough for me to be away from my family? My heart says stay home. My mind says "what the hells wrong with you?"
Good news from my buddy Cindy. She and Sal are all a go-go for another baby. We wish you the best, always.
~Adventure can be an end in itself. Self-discovery is the secret ingredient that fuels daring.--Grace Lichtenstein
Hot this week. I don't seemed to be bothered yet by the heat. Maybe the humidity hasn't been heavy enough yet to effect me or maybe it is the drugs I'm taking. Tom wants to put in the air conditioner.......ARRGGH!! I have no desire to close up the house. I need my outdoor smells, not the in door staleness of our accumulated breaths! If I'm not complaining usually tom won't put it in. But the last few years he's been the one to insist on it first. I think it has to do with his use of air in his truck for work.
The trip down south is on hold in my mind for now. I know I can do the trip. But I want to let my fears take over so I don't have to go. Why do I do that to myself? And do I do this to myself? Or is this just some way my lifes path is telling me to rethink in a different direction? It seem a pattern to me personally. One where I committe myself to something exciting and then drop it because it can be too much or too overwhelming. My auto response I guess. I feel the need to go just to experience. I feel the need to stay because of looming things that surround the weeks before and after the trip. Making thing convient for the husband and the kids and who ever stays with them at night and do I get back on the weekend because three or four days is enough for me to be away from my family? My heart says stay home. My mind says "what the hells wrong with you?"
Good news from my buddy Cindy. She and Sal are all a go-go for another baby. We wish you the best, always.
~Adventure can be an end in itself. Self-discovery is the secret ingredient that fuels daring.--Grace Lichtenstein
posted by Lynne at 6/07/2005 07:13:00 AM
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