The garden, the husband, and the pandemic

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 I know it’s not quite as romantic as one would imagine putting your husband and the pandemic in the same sentence. But hey, love transcends all grammatical barriers. 

The past 15 months of the pandemic, job changes, global racism wakening, world ending, life-altering, earth-shattering events, the only constant in my life has been waking up in the morning, looking over the snoring, bearded being next to me and thought “How lucky I am to be here.”

I have my garden for peace. I have tomatoes and squash and cabbage and cauliflowers and wildflowers and tulips and nautilus. And no matter how shitty the weather is, they continue to grow, to sprout, to fight against the pest, the wind, the snow, the south-facing sun. And life goes on. 

About 10 years ago, my favorite genre of photos is plants growing in harsh environments, flowers in dry patches, grass on the cold dead Singapore pavement, flowers in the winter snow. Resiliency is a feeling you aspire when life gives you hardship.
Happiness is the feeling of not needing to constantly be resilient.
Happiness is a quiet moment when you let your guard down, breath, before you raise them back up.

Happiness is a moment next to your husband, a moment in your garden

The pandemic can go on outside. The world inside and around you has the potential for peace.

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