I was driving to Chicago for family business when a rain storm hit. It was one of those hydroplaning, can’t see in front of me, still going 65mph kinds of storms. The car was enveloped by rain. I was enveloped by melancholia. The trip back home was one of many I anticipate to make this summer. Each will be sadder than the last. I can’t hope for a happy ending, only a peaceful one. In the midst of this melancholic funk, I hear George Jones singing about crying and beer. I come out of the daze and think, of course I’m in a funk because aren’t all George Jones songs about heartache? I slip a Tom Waits cd in. Tom Waits always perks me up. Not this time. I finally settle on Nancy Griffith. I remember Ann Richards telling a story how she always listened to her while driving the endless miles of Texas. It took her mind off any troubles she had. I also remember one of my students asking why such a happy person as me listens to such sad music. I didn’t know then and I don’t know now.
I need to be in the peace and tranquility of my garden, weeding or moving plants, or just reading -- my garden or any garden right now. I will admit that it would look strange if any of you found me weeding your garden one morning. Or I want to be on the computer looking at other gardens and talking to garden friends on Blotanical. Yeah, I think of all of you as friends. Anything but driving to Chicago.
I will not be blogging as much as I would like for the foreseeable future. Whatever spare time I have will be spent in my garden. I will miss my daily interaction with the community that is Blotanical.
Big Blue is almost ready to flower. Pat said it was waiting till I got home. Maybe.