The garden is now an hour’s drive away. It’s a rare refuge. I lucked out that my appointments in the area aligned with a rare beautiful winter day. A day in the garden, away from all the politics and injustice out there, it’s rare but it’s everything. So, today, I won’t rant about the world out there. Today, we’ll harvest some spinach and talk about pretty things.

For weeks, I’ve been reacting to things going wrong. Finally, I am back to acting, choosing, planning. When we found out we’d have to move by the end of the year, things got chaotic quickly. Add two ER visits, and I’ve had quite the end of the year.