Monday, April 2, 2012
Profoundly exhausted, I wasn't sure that I'd make it this year. I was glad I found a way. The skies were gray but not storming when I arrived. The daffodils and cherry trees had bloomed out early, as was this eager season's way. Still, purple and blue electrified the landscape. The neon koi were in their pond. The pots were brimming.
"Now I'm going to show you my favorite part," a little girl told her mother as she ran by. And then: "Oh, look! It's changed. It's even better!"
Change. Yes. It just keeps coming. That's the way it is, the way it will be. But I am grateful for the familiar rolling hills of Chanticleer, the familiar faces. I am grateful for the reflecting ponds that restore me, for the quiet that I find, because I'm searching.