In case you couldn’t tell, things are really busy here.
Just three days from now, F.’s Ph.D. defense will take place. Now, I’m not the one preparing for the defense (thank goodness), but I am taking up the slack for F. in the many areas of life he’s had to ignore in order to sustain a single-minded focus on this extremely important task. After all, it’s not every day that you present the culmination of six years of effort in your chosen field — and all in less than three hours.
So it’s a busy time.
Not to mention that it’s spring planting time, and yes, I’m working in the garden every chance I get because F. got a post-doc at the University that will take us all the way through the growing season!
Wonderful news, no?
I had already decided to go ahead with the garden before we got the news. The possibility of a wasted season seemed more painful to me than having to leave the bounty and beauty behind in full swing.
Besides, I’d already seen bees, butterflies, and birds returning to my virtually empty garden so early and in such numbers, almost as if they were confident, after only a couple of years, that the now-dormant landscape would soon be filled to overflowing with sustenance and opportunity. How could I disappoint them?
But since I lingered over the decision so long, I’m getting a late start on clearing the beds, weeding, adding compost, starting seedlings, transplanting, and all the rest of it. The weather has generally not been cooperative, either, with lots of rainstorms that keep me from working in my soil for days afterward (too much experience now of the disaster that results from disturbing waterlogged red clay).
So busy is the word of the day.
Also, I’m still tutoring, and M. is absolutely blossoming now, growing daily in an appreciation for her own mind and capabilities. Something *clicked* in the last two months, and her progress has been astonishing. In the most recent quarterly report, she was placed on the A/B honor roll for the first time in her life, and her joy knew no bounds. I feel privileged to be a part of her intellectual awakening.
I’ve recently become aware of just how much need there is in this community, how very many are subject to the twin disadvantages of ignorance and poverty. Of course, now I’m covetously eyeing the area’s population of imported senior citizens. So many well-educated retirees choose to come here to enjoy the natural beauty and outdoor sports the region affords, and in my daydream vision, at least, hordes of them are signing up to personally tutor a local youngster who needs that one-on-one attention and guidance to thrive in school — and in life.
For now, it’s just a kernel of an idea, a glint in my eye. I’ll let you know if anything comes of it.
Other ideas are doing more than glinting in my eye, which is one reason blogging has become difficult. I’m writing, and I find it difficult — even daunting sometimes — to switch back and forth between the longer essay format and the short and much more informal blog format. I’ve scrapped more than a few blog drafts over the last six weeks, until I finally decided to recognize my limitations.
An occasional post is all I’ll be able to manage for now, and I probably won’t have time to visit other blogs regularly or even respond to comments as I usually do. I feel guilty about that part. But still, I want to keep blogging — in a way that’s manageable given current circumstances. That may mean posts with more images and fewer words, for instance.
A big thank you to all of you who are still checking in, still looking and reading, and especially to those of you who’ve sent me thoughtful messages over the past six weeks. I’m touched that you keep me in your thoughts and that you’ve enjoyed The Enchanted Earth enough in the past to want it to keep going. I hope I’ll be able to bring it back to full strength one day soon.
Meanwhile, I wish you the joy of spring, wherever you are, in whatever season.