It's been difficult for me to go out and enjoy the backyard. My mind drifts to your final place out there, and I just haven't been able to do anything. Yesterday, I was able to go out, and once I took a good look around, I realized that this neglected yard needed to be worked on.
So I started.
And once I was started, I was able to continue ... until the heat got the best of me. But I was able to finish up today.
I moved the bench back along the wall and put my "reading" chairs in place, ready for the fall and cooler weather. Another two weeks and .... I'm so ready!
I cleaned out the junk from the planters, tried to rake up what I could of the pine needles that blew over with the monsoon winds. That Moon Lagoon bush that became more tree-like is chopped down, all that's left is to dig up the root ball. My plan in the fall is change "cactus corner" into some metal art displays and lighting. Just something fun, and less to maintain.
I've gotten rid of more of the plants in planters that just don't look good any longer. The cactus that doesn't bloom ... out it goes. Cleaned out the fire pit, and banged the top back into shape. A palm frond fell on it and caved it in.
When I gaze out over the yard now, I'm a little more at peace with things. As much peace as I'll ever find I suppose. My heart breaks for all the things that you wouldn't or couldn't let me help you through None of us should go through life tackling things alone.
"Carry on, my wayward son. There'll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more."
I heard this the other day, and it made me tear up.
I hope you've found your peace.
And I hope Grandpa gave you a little guff when you saw him, just for old times' sake!
