I purchased pairs of plastic chairs for my parents and in-laws.
Now that folks have to visit outside, they needed more seating for guests.
I kept two in my own carport. I call mine the “Spy Chair.”
I do not usually do much sitting around during gardening season.
Since my father’s sickness and death, it seems all I do is sit.
I look at all the things that need doing without feeling the need to interfere. (Sorry Moss)
I call out to my neighbors from behind the vines.
I drink my coffee in it each morning. I sip sangria while spying in the evenings.
I do not get involved in what goes on.
I only spy and sometimes cry.
I look out at my little world with detachment.
I do not know when I will rejoin the action.
For now, I will quietly spy as the world goes on by
without me… and without my daddy.
It is all I can do.
Flow
floweralley 
My grandma used to say, “Sometimes I sit and think, and sometime I just sit.” Just sitting has a lot to recommend it, sometimes.
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Yes. This is wise. Thanks
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I was in the same place as you just a few years ago. Watch your garden grow and it will be there when you are ready to get back to it.
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My commiserations, Flow. I think the two stone boys express your sadness well.
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Dear Sweet Ms. Flower,
May peace find you and one day, a reminder of joy.
With Sincere Condolences From A Stranger,
Erika.
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I am sorry to hear that. May you find peace in your garden.
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Thank you Audrey. I am being kind to myself.
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As you should be. Love and hugs, Suella
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Thinking of you
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