“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.”
Victor Hugo, Les Miserables
About all the energy I have to share at the moment is Monday's post, but hopefully next month I can share more. My "live-in gardener" (now I need a new name for him) and I are still digging out of our house. It was a rough week this past week and still we have more to do. Much to our surprise,while trying to get our son dug out of our basement (still going on) my husband ended up in the hospital for a day and a night with a kidney stone. So a lot of the moving and cleaning went to me. I cleaned up some of the yard and kept my son moving forward, plus some dear, long time friends came one morning and helped move some furniture to our son's apartment. How amazing those little thoughtful gifts of help have been. They are like glimmers of hope. Hope that very soon it will be finished. Friends and our daughter have been our stars.
I took a few walks in the garden and was amazed at what is waking up.
The daffodils are coming up.
The hellabore are budding and the daphne is beginning to bud.
I think what I will miss most are my walks in the garden.
This week the estate sale team will be working in the house and my husband, son, and sometimes me will still be in the basement working too. Then in one week the real estate team takes over. Yes, there is a light, at least a glimmer, at the end of the tunnel.
Are you seeing any glimmers of Hope/light in these dark times? I hope so!
Sending love,
Marilyn
