Sadness . . .

A long, long time ago, something very sad happened.  I went to sleep one night and my ability to blog fell out through my ear.

Prior to that, I felt that the life I was leading was somehow worthy of being recorded, even if only for my own benefit - I could look back and remember things that had happened or that I'd done.  Now I read old posts from the Kurrajong Garden Chronicles and I'm just amazed - I can scarely remember the joy I used to get from a good days gardening.  And somewhere, along with the joy of gardening and the rewards it brought me, went my joy of life in general.

I'm nostalgic for the way things used to be and more so for the way I used to be.  I have much to be thankful for and so I am on a mission to get back my old self, to work on my newish lack of mobility and find the old joy that I once had.

Now if only it would stop raining, I could go out into the garden and begin. . . .