Garden of Life

I have wild vines running rampant through my back garden. Some of them are morning glory vines. They have wrapped themselves around everything and almost killed a favorite early blooming azaelia. Last year, after Alex died, I didn't care about anything - gardening, glass, nothing. I allowed the vines to run rampant and this year I almost lost everything in the garden. I came close to losing everything in life too. I lost another grandson, Travis, and have contemplated letting the vines run rampant again this year. But.... I didn't get any blooming irises and almost lost my roses and I don't want to lose my life. So, with clippers in hand, I will eradicate as much of the vines as possible and try to keep diligent in saving what's left - of my garden and my life. I will try the best I know how. I'm not sure if I care if I succeed, yet, but I don't want to lose my options.

My mother is dying. She's going inch by painful inch. It is leaving scars upon the heart of my sister who has volunteered, in her own brave way, to watch and care for my mom. Another vine, another life. My mother's life has been full of hardship and I can't say she handled it well. Her leaving is hard also. May she find peace at the end of this rocky road, and a vine free garden to dwell in.