Today I went out into the yard.
Ya know, we've been here in the Old House for about 3 months.
Feels like forever.
Today I opened the garage and grabbed a pair of gloves.
When I put them on they smelled just like her.
Oh how I miss her.
The smell brought back so many memories.
As I cleaned and pruned and cut back old growth,
I found a little purple flower poking its head out.
New Life.
And as I wear the gloves that she once did,
I feel purpose.
I feel like I'm in the right place.
The Old House on the corner.
My home.
