There's storms coming and the wind is making little tiny dirt devils with the dried oak leaves and the sky is so heavy with unshed rain and Mr. Moon and I are planting things in the garden and I begged him, "Please don't say anything about how crooked my potato rows are," and I was almost crying.
Then Lis called and all I did was talk about myself, myself, my own selfish, stupid self and then I cried.
I guess it's this weather.
Either that or I'm just nuts.
Maybe it's just the all of everything.
ReplyDeleteMy honey cried yesterday because she thought I had left without saying goodbye to her. I was just in the basement folding clothes.
We're so fragile, aren't we. Except for Felix. He just slid down the stairs sideways because he was in a hurry.
Knucklehead.
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Heavy with unshed tears.
ReplyDeleteGo easy.
or you just needed to cry. it's a good thing.
ReplyDeleteYes I cried a storm yesterday too. And yes you're crazy. I love crazy women I always have.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry that you feel sad. Somedays we just have to go with the feelings and shed those tears. I'm under the weather with a cold today. Ugh!
ReplyDeleteOn a cloudy, gray, gloomy day, you just need a good cry and a nap, maybe.
ReplyDeleteOh dear. I wish you'd come out and visit here. I wish that I could send you some sunshine in a bag --
ReplyDeleteI hope the clouds pass and your tears dry --
Do something that makes you happy today. We all have days like that.
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