|Honeysuckles blooming in May|
Early in the month, I learned that I am not a hang-tough-and-fight girl, at least when it comes to illness. The husband and I both came down with some kind of virus. The only symptoms were a cough and extreme fatigue. It was the fatigue that got me. I hadn't been sick in several years, not even a cold, and I was NOT a trouper. I just wanted to lie down and die. I realized that if I had a serious terminal illness, after I died no one would say I had fought a courageous battle. They would have to say, "She just lay down on her couch and gave up."
|Second try? Taken from our upstairs porch.|
I learned anew that nature is red in tooth and claw. You may remember last year when I rhapsodized about our little robin fledglings. The robins returned this year and built a nest in the same spot on top of the bat house. I kept anxious watch and soon spied three tiny heads. Then one day, I was standing in the yard and I heard a tremendous squawking. I looked up and saw two adult robins chasing a hawk away from the nest. The hawk had come in like a silent assassin. I never heard a thing until it was too late. Sadly, all three baby robins were gone.
There is a robin sitting on a new nest nearby, however, so maybe the same robins rebuilt and are trying again. This nest is on the house; I hope it is more protected from hungry hawks.
I also learned that time, like birds, really can fly. Our youngest starts his first grown-up job tomorrow. He has essentially forbidden me to mention him in my blog, so I can't reveal much, but we are pleased and excited for him. Our other child, our daughter, closed on a house this month on her 26th birthday.
It's a little cottage not far from the library where she heads up youth services. It's a darling house and, with a little work, will be quite charming. But here's the thing: I'm pretty sure this new homeowner was in kindergarten only a couple of years ago. When I think about my kids, it's like a movie with flashbacks and flashforwards. They are toddlers, then -- whoosh -- they are adults with paychecks and mortgages.
Related to the passage of time and the daughter's house, I learned that I am not as young as I once was. Of course, everyone knows that's true, but a little physical home rehab work makes it all the more obvious. The husband and I have done a lot of rehab work over the years -- tearing out plaster and carpet, building walls, stripping woodwork and wallpaper, endless painting, etc., etc. Much of that, however, was done when we were in our salad days. I spent about ten days at our daughter's house this month, painting, ripping out a bathroom, and let's just say: my salad days have wilted.