Garden Work

A day spent in the garden, working to repair a listing arbor, home to our four types of hops.
 
Please bear with me as we try to work through the passing of Sadie. What I’ve discovered over the course of 62 years is that grief knows no boundaries. Even though this is of a little creature of only four pounds or so, it doesn’t matter.  For 10 years, we’ve been a house of five beings.  Now we’re four. We’re working our way through it.
 
So we listened to music in the garden.  Much of it was lighthearted, just what we needed. But other lyrics stood out, fitted to our mood of the last couple of days:
 
“Our house
is a very, very, very fine house,
with two cats in the yard,
life used to be so hard.
Now everything is easy ‘cause of you.”
                        -Graham Nash-
 
“Lay me down,
maybe I’ll be home again
someday.”
                        -David Crosby-
 
“Well in spite of all you gained
you still had to stand out in the
pouring rain.
One last voice is calling you,
and I guess it’s time you go.”
                        -Jerry Garcia-
 
As we worked, we both agreed: this is the kind of day Sadie would have loved. Warm temperatures in the 70s, both of us in her favorite place, the garden, birds singing, Kirby watching us work. She would have been in the garden beds, underneath the blueberries,
snooping in the tall poplars at the back of the yard. We both feel she’s here with us anyway. We know she is.
 
But no song hits home every time like this one that came on late in the afternoon, the greatest farewell song ever written. 

Brokedown Palace