Yesterday I brought my indoor fairy garden into the living room, so it could get more light. It is growing in leaps and bounds. I love to look at the vibrant growth and the new leaves.
I stand at the back window and gaze outside. I never got a chance to clean up after the plants out there died. It is a jumble of dead stalks and piled leaves. Kind of makes me sad to look at it. Any other year, it would have been cropped and tidied up and waiting for the first spring flowers to push through the earth.
But this year, this year was different.
I am not accustomed to being so sedentary.
I saw my ankle doctor yesterday. The MRI was clear. Now he’s ordering bone density tests. I wonder, all the time I wonder, what this is going to turn into. It gives me a whole new appreciation for people who have difficulty walking. Or who can’t walk at all.
The house isn’t getting the care I always give to my home. I feel guilty as I look around and see dust on the floors. I am not one to let things go.
But soon, through the dead stalks and piled leaves in the yard, I know that nature will still do it’s thing soon. Amid the brown will be strong tiny shoots of green. And maybe by then I can tidy it all up, the way it deserves.