There’s nothing like putting the garden to bed to let you know the seasons are changing – winter is coming.
Of course, I also got a solid taste of that in our last two hikes: snow and sleet on Old Glory and at Lyle Lakes.
Busy day – walking the dogs on Butter and putting in a solid afternoon in the garden. But it looks tidy. The majority of the work is done.
My anxiety level is high. I’ve been spending a good deal of time taking deep breaths and talking myself down. I don’t like it. I don’t like feeling like this. I find myself wanting to scream.
And I keep telling myself, “It’s going to be okay.”
And I’ll keep telling myself that.
I’m a strong mountain woman, right?
