I planted Garlic. On time. Just when I think I'm not progressing at all I go and plant garlic on time. I'm like that friends, full of surprises. Then again, I'm up at 12:41 blogging so that pretty much cancels everything out.
I've been thinking a lot on the idea that we are headed into our fourth year in this province and that we probably could consider ourselves settled. Three years ago, Gretta was a baby. Now we stuff her into a pink dance suit once a week and watch her thud around a gymnasium. Life goes fast. And in Nova Scotia, incredibly slow at the same time.
And sometimes I hear rumors that people think my life here is brave and fun and free. Maybe they think we gallop about on our horses in between beach expeditions and wide plank floor oiling. :) Sometimes we do... but most days I'm just eeking my way through just like you. It's so so good, life. The fact that we think we're actually eeking proves that. But I think you should know that your life is good too. Wherever it is. You don't have to move here to have a good life (but you really really should because Nova Scotia is awesome).
Your place and your life can be good wherever you are. I finally get it I think.