Thinking of Spring bulbs

I woke up at 6 a.m. this morning and thought I felt better than yesterday, so I spent some time doing piano practice, but by the time I was in the shower I was back to square one. I don’t think there is much I can do while I feel raw emotionally, with an upset tummy as the physiological correlate. I think that there is nothing for it but to wait until my daughter has departed on her adventures; eventually things will flatten out. Mind you, it took years, not months to get over the break up of my first marriage. Of course, this is not quite the same thing but it does provide some sort of yardstick. I was watering the flowers in my kitchen window box a little earlier. The summer bedding plants are more or less past their best by now. I think I shall clear out the box once she has left and put some spring bulbs in. That will give me a target. I shall have to get myself back on top of things one way or another by the time the bulbs come into flower. The snowdrops will be first, so I will just have a few months. Then I shall opt for a strategy of structured, if somewhat disciplined, action to fill the days. I am thinking in terms of piano, guitar, and sketching practice. This can be supplemented by other activities with my partner and friends and there will always be the garden to tend, and some walking along the coastal paths.

I am not entirely convinced of the wisdom of sharing all this, heart-on-sleeve, on the blog here. However, it seems to me that there is no point in writing a blog unless you deal with the dark times, along the joyous. Bye for now, my dear blogophiles.

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