When I began writing this blog, I thought that there would always be something to write about. After all, one goes places and meets people all week long and surely something of interest presents itself before the self-imposed deadline of Sunday or Monday of each week. And so far, that has held true. But this week I didn’t go many places or meet many people. Instead I remained pretty much immobile with a cranky back. Believe me, it is not interesting to lie or sit for nearly a full week.
I coiled. I read. I slept. And I’m not sure where the time went. Minute by minute, it passed in ponderous
slowness. But, as I look back, the week flew by. It is just a big hole in time. I remember before the pain and after the pain and not much in between. That’s probably a good thing. Time remains constant, of course, but our perceptions change to accommodate our emotional needs.
Feeling much better today, I went out into the yard and spent some time with the plantings. We went to a favorite nursery to get annuals for pots on the patio. The natural world had certainly gone on without me because those small new sprouts of several weeks ago are now cozied up, cheek by jowl with their neighbors and already vigorous adolescents. All that activity going on as I lay on the couch, moaning with self-pity. That’s another lesson that Nature teaches us, that it has its own finely tuned sense of time and doesn’t really need us.
The images here are of the shade garden beneath Mrs. Maple in our side yard, the stone path behind the house leading to the Martini Garden, the Martini Garden and some of the annuals for 
planting in pots on the patio. Sigh.