branchandroot | (no subject)

So, I haven’t been posting much. I’ve spent the last year and change miserably depressed, off and on (unfortunately more on than off). And it’s not like I’m out of the woods, despite much of the population around here going “wa-hey, everybody throw your mask up” and all.

But last night I put together a new patio bench for my plants, and put my newest planter on top of it, and today I moved the rest of the planters around so they all fit nicely, and now I’m sitting on the couch looking out the sliding doors at the porch as evening draws on, and… I feel really happy. Maybe it’s just because of this tangible indication of the season turning toward warmth. Displacement cleaning has been a coping mechanism for a long time, certainly, so it’s probably some of that too. But I felt like posting for the first time in a long while.

So. The seasons are still turning. The light is still changing. Those of us who are still here, are still here. There are baby capybaras, and delighted dogs in daycare, and clothing to dye to make over new, and extremely fluffy anime to rewatch. (May I commend Yuru Camp to your attention for your low-conflict, fluffy needs.) Soon there won’t be frost in the mornings, and the students will go home for plain old calendar-related reasons, and the farmer’s market will have fresh herbs and flowers again. Soon there will be enough sun on my west window for my second potted rosemary hedge to grow tall, and the air will soften with thaw. These things will happen, regardless.

Those of us who are still here, are still here.