Grief is cyclical, I hear.
I still feel hopeful. Most of the time. Some of the time.
Yet I’ve cried on my way home from work two days in a row now.
I guess that beats crying on my way home from work everyday.
Work in the yard is good. I’m still sore from Saturday’s work.
We found salamanders (or skinks, depending on who you ask).
Once I got over the shock of surprising them, I saw how pretty they are.
Daffodils in the vase are pretty and I look forward to what else we may have one day.
I’ll need to find vases.
Taylor and I dig in the dirt and marvel at the worms and bugs we find.
Yes, I scream at lizard-type things and marvel at worms.
Worms don’t move as quickly as those little boogers did.
Wandering through the lawn & garden section and dreaming is nice.
I’d trade it all in a heartbeat to have him back.