Tree of Life

The lush magnificence of May again. Celebration: I am ten years a gardener now. Sorrow: Rob is eight years gone. He was a great supporter of my career choice. I think, well, I like to think, he'd be proud of how far I've come.

Working is always a joy. I truly love my job. It has no negatives!

The hard part of the eight years has been the carrying on. But, I have.

Here is the beech tree I drive sometimes to stand under, quietly, in the mornings. To gather my thoughts. From beneath I cannot see the top. We have been acquainted almost 20 years now: it continues and it renews. Silently. I appreciate that.