Or our backyard. Every morning we have breakfast in our porch. From late spring to early winter we turn on the stream (I need to make sure the pumps don’t freeze, so I pull them before temps drop into the 20s, but I also LOVE running the stream after a snowfall!) and enjoy the sound and sight of water descending. A couple times already I’ve been hit with this tsunami of sadness — will there even be a point to eating breakfast anymore, with no stream and small creatures to keep us company? 🥺

Alas, this has been willed where what is willed must be. I am descending into dementia, bit by bit, and I need Deb to be in a place where someone will take care of her (and what is left of me). And so it goes. 😐