Bern moved the plants she keeps inside for the winter out on the deck a few days ago.
Our deck looks like a garden.
Vines, ferns, plants and flowers all against the side of the deck that looks East.
I have nothing to do with plants--all Bern's deal.
I remember when we lived in Morgantown and Bern went to New York to be in several off Broadway plays, I let all the house plants die.
She was pissed when she came back and saw the carnage.
I also got offered a job as Priest in Charge today.
It's only year by year, which is good for me because I may be loosing my marbles before long!
I am old.
My knees make me walk like I'm drunk and I bump into things.
I should go have them looked at, but they don't hurt--just throw off my gait.
I sleep a lot--from 11p.m. to 9 or so a.m. each day.
And I often open a cabinet and wonder why I did--or open the wrong cabinet when I knew what I was looking for.
Age is not a gift in many ways.
But I think I know what I think and believe more clearly than I did as a younger man.
Some good stuff and some not so good.
But Bern's plants give me joy.