We now resume our regularly scheduled programming, already in progress...
It's tough to write when your back hurts. It's tough to write after a shot to cure that pain suddenly causes all sorts of side effects that throw you for a double loop when you were not expecting. Most of all, it's tough to write about gardening and all things Bird Back 40, when the thought of bending over for a mundane task like picking an heirloom tomato scared the bejesus out of me.
But -- time does eventually heal most wounds. And when I finally began to feel somewhat normal again, this space called. I haven't written in quite a bit. This is my own personal journal after all. When you start jotting down notes here and there, well, you begin to miss it. I supposed I missed it.
|Can You Name the Mystery Apple?|
But, in this time that I've chosen to reflect and heal, I've learned quite a bit. I've met new friends. I've discovered new adventures that call to me. I've even discovered a new variety of apple and lilac that may find a home one day on the Bird Homestead.
But -- most of all -- I've missed you, old friend. You've been with me for a very long time. I'm not quite ready to see you go just yet.