That's not a very impressive picture of the first hurricane lily I've seen in the yard this year. It's on a stalk that's at least a foot tall but it hasn't opened yet. I had been thinking that I would soon begin to see them and here they are. Where one is, more will follow.
I finally got up off my increasingly fat ass today and took a walk but only after I'd procrastinated all that I could by having to finish a crossword and taking the trash and going by the post office. I feel fine when I'm walking but then for the rest of the day everything hurts. Legs, back, feet. Just...man, getting older sucks. In the early afternoon an old friend of mine stopped by. I hadn't seen her in ages and it was really good to catch up a bit. She's been having a hard time, health-wise, and recently had a shoulder replacement. She told me that the pain afterwards was unbelievable- exquisite- she said but that it's getting better. We joked/didn't joke about how aging is affecting us and how now we're those old people whom we swore we would never be, seemingly unable to talk about anything but our health problems.
"Well," I said, "Pain changes our lenses."
And that's true and also fairly profound.
But we ended up by laughing at our human frailties and foibles and wishing each other well, both of us knowing that neither one of us is anywhere ready to give up yet.
On my walk this morning, I saw the blooming confederate rose that grows in my next door neighbor's yard. Talk about exquisite.
And as always, for no apparent reason. Just the way it is.
But sometimes, when things here overwhelm me, whether it's all of the work that needs to be done to the house and all of the work that needs to be done in the yard, or TOO MUCH NATURE or just the inevitable movement towards aging, I wonder if perhaps we should try to find a place in town that would be easier to maintain, closer to some of the children.