I checked on my rescue tree yesterday, and it was looking like that stressed and droopy fold was returning to its leaves.
I know this is its first summer of heat on its own after last year’s disruption of its roots.
If it is anything like me, it feels intimidated by the repeat of a pattern of heat where it gaspingly previously struggled.
So last night, I had to go that way again and only had about two 20-oz bottles worth of water with me, yet it was enough to dribble around its roots in a circular pattern for two completions.
Today when I drove by, it looked to have perked up – and in the warm breeze, it looked as if its now-brighter green leaves and brown branch fronds were waving more cheerfully at me.
Guess I’m back on summer patrol, again – at least until the weather returns to more reasonable!
On those restless nights when my heart’s in plight And I’m balled up tight ’til the early light Have to believe you’re more than just a dream
In the candle light by the fyre’s height When the world’s a-light and I need what’s right Have to believe you’re also wanting me
We don’t have to search anymore honey You can find your redemption with me When that blue bird came to my window I learned that the truth can set us free
Come confide in me – let your heart be seen We’ll create a life with our souls washed clean Darling it’s true I know we’re meant to be
It’ll be alright we can win our fight We can beat the dark – turn it into light By love’s sweet grace this will be our destiny
For any new venture, there seems to be a large outpouring investment of time and energy toward searching for and coordinating appropriate data for triangulating entry and procedure initiations – which I find quite vexing because it seems like acquiring a well-rounded picture on what to expect should be easier.
Perhaps it is that I prefer to be very thorough in my prior investigations so that I can tell ahead of time if I am choosing the right directions when pursuing goals from start to completion – and if the results will yield desired benefits.
To gather enough encouragement by noting others like me out there, yet to not view nor read their works while I continue deep-diving into my own well’s spring of knowledge.
Once I saw Jane Seymour in Sinbad And The Eye Of The Tiger, I gave up on the media-driven impulse that I should ever compete and just focused on presenting my authentic attributes.
Very bad experiences in past partnership relationships can skew a person’s hopes and expectations – making continuing to stay single seem the wiser declaration.
Trying to stop drinking my favorite drink – which is the only thing that has helped my brain be happy – is not easy while the walls crumble around me and my body is shakily detoxing.
The cats have been driving me crazy by their timing to escape into and out of doors and tripping my feet – even after I have given them what they have asked for.
And the dogs, picking up on the cats demanding themes now constantly lick their lips with repeatedly darting tongues to remind me – bombarding me with incessant requests for more treats!