Staying healthy is like gardening in unpredictable weather.
When I feel the sun, I'm elated.
I cancel the expensive supplements.
I fill my calendar.
I plant big, ambitious goals.
But the female body has its own seasons.
And hormones β delicate as they are.
Demand more strength and stamina than Iβve rebuilt.
So I crash. Hard.
My healing won't let me sprint.
Itβs a slow cultivation.
A gentle kind of gardening.
One that takes practice I donβt yet have.
πΏ Hydrangea blooms shift in color.
Shaped by the unseen chemistry of the soil.
It responds to whatβs beneath the surface.
It doesn't bloom until it's listened to the ground.
Watercolor, 9in x 7in
Framed with a white mat boarder, 10in x 12in