A lot can happen in six months. This became evident as I searched through my iPhoto albums for the perfect comeback post. On New Year's Day I took the two photographs you see above of plants I had moved from my Brooklyn roof deck to a rocky hillside in northwestern Connecticut, and I was searching for images of what the same plants had looked like last summer.
It's remarkable what's changed since these photos were taken. This country has changed dramatically—we have a new president taking over shortly (thank goodness, though I don't envy the guy his job right now), and we are in the middle of an economic crisis like none most of us have ever lived through, with millions of people losing their jobs in the last couple of months alone. Personally, I have lived through some of life's harsh lessons since last August—one week before closing on the apartment of our dreams, the bank decided against the very attractive mortgage they were initially offering, and we lost the place. A week later my beloved grandmother, the center of the universe for no fewer than 30 children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, succumbed to the illness that invaded our lives just under a year ago.
With so much changing so quickly, I can't help but think of these dead-looking perennials, which blossomed with such promise just months ago. And in these uncertain times, I must say I'm holding on to one thing I know for sure: that they will bloom again soon. With everything falling to pieces around us, at least we have that.
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