Richard comes home from work most evenings and looks immediately out the back window and makes a comment about the state of our crape myrtle tree.
This little tree has weeks when the blossoms wane and it looks more like a spent dandelion that has lost its fuzz. That little trunk and my thumb share the same diameter. But despite its small size, this tree can blossom like there’s a party going on. And for some reason, Richard follows the ebb and flow of our tree with great interest.
I think it has a lot to do with the investment of time he puts into our back yard. After checking the tree each evening, he takes a walk out to the tomato plants, surveys the strawberry patch, adjusts sprinklers, and takes an inventory of his kingdom.
Are you ready for my simile or metaphor? Faithful readers, surely you were expecting it.
And so it goes. Some weeks our family seems to be in sync with our moods and schedules and we’re in full bloom. Other weeks, we are stretched to the limit by our outside commitments and we feel like spent dandelions.
We’ve had a spent dandelion week. Even trying to pace ourselves, the stress of life has crept in a little and I am ready for a weekend break. We look forward to a week of full-bloom soon… despite missing out on a Stewart reunion at the Weber.
