It is the ironic beginning of our "fall" semester, and as head of a department, I have had a lot of personnel and curriculum puzzles (and fires!) to sort out, as well as preparation for my own teaching. It seems to be more stressful than usual.
I have a new work space which I am very happy about, though I'm still pulling it together. (Before I had to use the dining table to work, which is right in the middle of everything.) The only downside of my new space is that is it my oldest son's former bedroom. It makes me a little wistful that he is not here anymore--but I keep reminding myself that he is in no way wistful about embarking upon the adventure that is his own life.
In the midst of preparing for school, my youngest has been in the hospital undergoing some serious treatment. Here too, I am struck with the very worst kind of maternal fears--largely ungrounded.
Meanwhile, the garden has gone somewhat neglected. The mosquitoes are inordinately fierce with all the rain we've had and no hard freeze for the past two winters. Being outdoors, which I take solace in, is almost impossible. I hate to spray on mosquito repellant just to be in my backyard!
So much resembles this patch of mint which is thriving well in spite of being choked with grass.
|Also choked with grass!|
I guess the garden is a little like my life right now. It is untidy which I don't like, but thriving. Everything is really okay, even if I am not in total control of every aspect.