Lughnasa Lughnasa Moon
Both of us have experienced moving/gardening fatigue this week. Living in the move helps, but it doesn’t eliminate the stress of so many decisions large and small and the feeling of hanging over a precipice neither able to fall or retreat. The garden, we both realize, has grown beyond our energy levels, not our capacities, though there is not a functional difference.
It’s a relief to share these feelings, to know that your partner has the slows as well as you. Of course, that’s the definition of a good relationship, sharing the journey, the ancientrail of marriage.
Even with these feelings I harvested what became eleven pints of canned collard greens, enough chard to last us for several meals, carrots and beets we’ve already eaten. Also, I have gotten a fair way toward packing up my garden study, tossing no longer needed files, boxing no longer needed books. The Dremel and some books on Chinese went in one box to move. Two garbage bags weighted down with paper are in the larger recycling bin delivered last week. A file box containing material from a file cabinet I plan to sell is full.
Plus this week we met with our final realtor and looked over material she sent us this morning in our business meeting. Not like nothing’s happening. Just weary of it this week. This will pass.
