I was hospitalized, nearly died, learned of a serious health problem that had gone undiagnosed. Came home, been trying to adapt and adjust to my new routine. Quit smoking -- started again just today (after a week) but I don't intend to continue.
Thought I'd go for a relaxing stroll in the garden and discovered the yard men had whacked my tea roses to the ground. These weren't just any tea roses either; they were from my late father's rose garden. I'd even written an essay about them. I was literally so numb that I didn't cry but just stood there, dumbfounded, and stared at their stubby one-inch high remains.
I'm sure there's a lesson in all this. When I figure out what it is, I'll let you know.
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Ginger, give them time, and perhaps the roses will come back, if the roots are intact. I'm sorry to hear you have had such a tough time and I hope things are improving for you now.
Lesson: Eva's an evil bitch.
Maybe not to cling so much to material things as we do.
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