Sunday, May 31, 2009

"Chickn Fried"

Summer has definitely arrived here in Trout Creek Montana. My lilac is blooming, my roses are getting some buds on them, my corn is starting to poke up out of the ground, and the pollen from all the lodgepole pine is wreaking havoc on my allergies. The entire valley has this yellowish haze floating in the sky from all the pollen being released. Even my skin was covered in a fine yellow powder when I finally came in for the evening from mowing the yard. At least is supposed to rain a bit tomorrow so maybe this junk will get knocked down a bit and I can put my contacts back in my eyes without tearing up from the crud in the air. I also somehow managed to fry myself to a crisp yesterday and am certainly feeling the affects of it today. SPF 35 my rear end!

As for me I'm still having my ups and downs. Its really hard because everyday I go out in the woods and see things that I know Dad would get a kick out of hearing about and I have no one to share these little insights with. Not in the same way anyway. Even though we didn't spend hours on the phone together or anything like that... I'd always come home and just send him a quick email telling what I was doing or passing on a good "Forester" joke that I'd heard from the timber workshop. There is this big whole in my heart and time isn't seeming to make it go away at all. I don't know if this is normal or what but I still end up crying at least once a day. Never when anyone can see me of course... thats just not my style... but often times before I sleep. I know that time is supposed to heal all wounds but I wonder how much time it really takes.

1 comment:

Kate-uhh said...

I sing Chicken Fried at the top of my lungs in the middle of the day. It's nice giving people a reason to stare.