We're all tuckered out tonight.
GG and the Lab came over to help with the garden clean up.
Lucy spent every minute flirting with the Lab and Gus spent every moment hiding from her.
The front beds were whacked down and plans for the back berm discussed.
We've been talking about that berm for a year now, ever since Sandy took down the first of the Leylands.
I hadn't realized the hurricane was a year ago until Amelia posted tonight.
I reread last October's posts. So much has changed.
My life began to resemble a country western song after I lost the girl, the dog and the 8 trees.
Wait, make the 9 trees. I almost forgot the fig.
But then I started to play the song backwards and I got a fence, spring came then the summer, my sense of self returned and a growing happiness and enjoyment of time spent alone.
Today GG found a fungus growing on the base of the ornamental plum in a front bed.
I haven't even googled the meaning of this yet.
But dear god, not another tree.
I'm just getting my groove back.
