Eventually, I stand amidst the apocalypse and say, "Huh, I must be stressed out!"
|Kitchen Window Sunshine|
Except for the potted hydrangea, which I bought a few months ago. We are still working on our relationship. Half of the hydrangea appears to be dead, and the other half has developed green flowers. I blame the green flowers on plant food - hydrangeas only flower beautifully blue if their soil is more acid... or is it alkaline? The half-dead phenomenon, I just don't know. We're doing talk therapy now, and while there has been slight improvement in the general shrivelled-leaf attitude, the hydrangea remains surly and unwilling to cooperate. Suggestions gratefully accepted!
Hydrangeas aside, there is one thing I've learned this year, and it's that if I am contented, everyone is better. The boys are relaxed and joyful, houseplants flower, the cat is cuddly and we spend more time relaxing. And somehow, 'relaxing' might mean baking or organizing or ironing... Jobs that, when I'm stressed out, just make me more crotchety.
Of course, life being what it is, there will always be times when stress happens. A too-big workload, end-of-term exams, teenage angst, illness, leaky roofs, broken cars, money worries (the opposite of too much work), annoying people, and insurance salesmen abound. I just have to remember to keep an eye on my peely left foot. Looks gorgeous right now. Everything must be ok! I'll go tell the hydrangea.