Here I am, stuck in the middle with you

I wanted to write a really poignant post about how stressful and horrible this last year was, and explain how great my friends, neighbors and family are, but the words don't seem to be flowing very well.  Instead, my fingers keep wanting to type that I actually wanted to play in the dirt today.  And I can't remember the last time that I wanted to do that.  So maybe I'm not in survival mode anymore.  Maybe life is returning to that happy medium everyone talks about wanting, but no one appreciates. (I REALLY appreciate it now) Maybe playing in the dirt is my canary in a coal mine.  I don't know.  All I know is that it was really nice being out in the sun and listening to the birds and the leaves, even though my yard looks like a nuclear test site right about now and it's too late to get a fall garden in and most of my raised beds self destructed under neglect and will need to be rebuilt before next spring.

So I guess that's it.  Really crappy year. Really really great friends and family. Playing in the dirt. 

That's all I got.

Peace