Gasping
for air, as I'm drowning in the second batch of arugula planted in the garden. But drowning in love and with a heaviness around my heart as the light is the light of fall, not summer. Do many plans that where made for summer didn't happen, due to many things, weather, money, energy, availability of hubby, needs of a certain little someone, whose summer of being 5 will never come again.
today, now, this minute, sneaking a post in, just to tell myself that it is still live, the blog hasn't died and that it is my space to be in when I'm ready. Much to show, much to tell, yet is there anybody out there listening?
i’m listening.
ja. hier ist jemand. der mitliest. und zuhört.
und pläne werden nicht immer realität. aber träumen darf man..
grüße. aus dem wunderbar sonnigen südwesten deutschlands!
i’m listening too… i’m a fellow fishie! 🙂