The white picket fence I’ve always wanted is up, the deck I envisioned in my mind is built, the four cubic yards of gravel that make the patio and parking court is dispersed and the first 30 plants are in the ground, the results, at least according to Blackberry, are spectacular!
And me? Well I am pooped but pumped.
13 years we have lived in our house and to see what I have always imagined come to life is exciting and well, it reminds me in this “I want it and I want it now” world that when we plan and prioritize and then apply a blend of effort and patience we really can have it all, in time…
“And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes,
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of toast and tea.”
T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock