In one year of my life I have felt the nervous rustle of joy that comes from seeing two little pink lines on an over the counter plastic stick, three times. And three times I have felt the uncontrollable urge to free-fall that comes from losing them. I've had three miscarriages over the course of one small year. I've been hesitant to write about this - in fact, after my second miscarriage in December, I felt completely blocked, unable to find the words to express how I was feeling, and consequently unable to write about anything. What I needed most desperately, was to just 'get on with it'.
I have so much I need to say to you (new blog ! new business! new chicks! new ducklings!) - but for now, I give you pictures. The sun is shining, the hummingbirds are humming to the wisteria, & the green in my garden comes in a thousand shades. I'm pretty darn happy. Like the new blog ? It's a work in progress- suggestions welcome!