Tuesday, June 05, 2012
Echinacea for the soul
Not I'm eyeballing some others or anything.
The to-do list is piling up again and staring hard at me, but hey, I got 4 (4! important!) things done on it today. I feel as if I'm running out of time. What is it I'm doing right now? What if I'm dying, what if I keel over tomorrow? Am I doing the now things I would really want to be doing? Why am I so stuck in regrets? Is this a midlife crisis? If I've got as long as my Dad, then I'm already past halfway. Sorry to be morbid. Then again, Mom is doing fine. She keeps saying she'll come visit and stain my fence. And I keep replying, you don't have to stain my fence to visit.
Maybe that's what the plants are for. It helps to stop and marvel at the small, amazing, incredibleness of them.
Too bad I can't bring myself to admire the small, amazing, incredibleness of mosquitos.