There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in traveling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one’s position, and be bruised in a new place.
(a volunteer viola caught in the wind / Julie Cook / 2015)
Change is in the air. . .
It’s come riding in on the shifting winds.
First it’s cold
then it’s wet
then it’s mild
then it’s windy
then it’s stormy
then it’s icy
then it’s cold
then it starts all over again. . .
Usually all within a 24 hour span of a single day. . .
Ode to March. . .
(a tiny beginning, the emergence of a lily / Julie Cook / 2015)
And change is indeed taking place, in many different places.
We’ve not talked about Dad in a while. . .
There seems to be trouble brewing on the horizon. . .
The blending of two unfamiliar families, when it comes to elderly parental care, is delicate.
Trepidation has come calling. . .
Between these grown children or these now not so grown parents. . .
This time of change is. . .
but here it is, none the less. . .
Discussions are beginning
Decisions are having to be made
Not all parties are happy
Hoping for the best. . .
Once the winds finally cease their shifting,
We will see where this all lands. . .
(a tulip tree bud / Julie Cook / 2015)
(mist covered moss / Julie Cook / 2015)
(dandelions don’t look so bad close up / Julie Cook / 2015)