Under Reconstruction

2011 has been a year of bitter change for many of us...
It was July when the world I lived in came crashing down around me. Everything stopped. As a result, my garden met with the same neglect that I was feeling. My pride and joy slowly died off and became overgrown and filled with weeds and despair.

 As the days turned into months, Summer faded into Autumn, my beautiful garden had turned into a pitiful and unwanted mass. I could no longer bear to even step outside. It was painful to look at. And just as I could no longer look into a mirror without sobbing hysterically, I turned my back on my garden. As if looking away and ignoring the problem would make it disappear. It didn't. I had truly lost my path.

The voice of reason was all around me. Loving advice from family and friends eased my pain momentarily but always that dark and familiar force would return to drag me down into the depths of a Hell that I had created. I even felt guilty that anyone should be wasting their time over me... Everything was askew.

Today I walked outside with a cup of coffee in my hand and took a good hard look at my garden. Perhaps it's not as bad as I thought. 
Hundreds of California Poppies have already got a head start on Spring. 
Daffodils are poking their way up through the soil. And the Geraniums are absolutely vibrant in the cold morning sun.
Today I sat down my coffee, picked up a shovel and began the process of Reconstruction...