They finally came yesterday and finished my new fence. Every time I’ve gotten a fence put in, it’s the hardest part — living through the three or four days when the posts are in, but the fence isn’t in — last weekend was like that. I could see how the fence was going to be, but it wasn’t a fence yet — until yesterday. Now both sides of my backyard match, and it’s peaceful and private out there.
After yesterday’s funeral, which was as lovely as a funeral for someone who died too soon and too suddenly can be, it was so pleasant to come home to my quiet, private garden. Six hundred people packed into a church that held four hundred, and then a reception afterwards at the Elks club. It was a long day and as sad as it was, it was good to have a chance to repay some of the enormous kindness that came my way four years ago.
But I was exhausted by the time it was all over, and it was such a relief to come home to my lovely garden, and to sit on the little couch our there with the dogs, and read a magazine in the peace and quiet for a couple of hours.
I was sorry to hear about Linnea’s passing. She was my friend/co-worker’s sister, as well (though I never met her). Sad ending under sad circumstances…
I wish I could recall that poem about being closer to god in a garden than anywhere else, it would be so appropriate
Wishing you serenity