My tiny life has become even narrower. This is just the truth.
And although for me it is enough, this tiny life, it probably isn't that good for me to be so isolated.
It's hard, though. I am almost completely content here, especially on these beautiful spring days where it starts out chilly and then warms up, when each morning brings something new, whether a new tender shade of green or a sudden waterfall of wisteria pouring down or the astonishing overnight growth of baby chickens or seeds breaking ground or the way the light falls, hour to hour throughout the day. It seems like enough.
I live in this real world and there is more to it than even these beautiful things and as I always say, "Who do I think I am, Emily Dickinson?"
Not even close, mama.
Well. Today I will leave Lloyd and go out into the world a little bit.
Meanwhile, here's a picture my husband just sent me.
That makes me smile.
I should get moving. The trash isn't going to take itself, and neither is my walk.
Good morning from Lloyd.