I love a garden that is a slightly overgrown tangled mess of plants. With vines twisting around other plants, small insects scurrying under decaying leaf mold. I want my garden to be like the one described in Burnett’s The Secret Garden where ancient trees and sculptures create a magical background for dreaming and play.
My life feels oddly out of kilter. Yet, I am not sick. I have a job. I feel fine.
I do not know what the new ‘normal’ will be but it is clear to me that my life is never going back to what it was. It is also clear to me that it is up to me to make the best new life that I can. And so I will.