Battles

 

I'm battling depression. I'm battling excruciating pain.  It isn't fun. 

We need to measure the fence line and purchase shit to prevent the min pin from pulling off her great escape. And we need to line the weeds, meaning purchasing heavy material that prevents the weeds from growing. And the  bark to cover the lining.

But I'm battling depression. I'm battling excruciating pain. I look at the backyard where my gardening is supposed to be my respite from stress and sorrow. 

It's a mess now. No annuals. I look at it and I know I can't do it alone. There's too much that needs to be done. And so I'm battling depression. I need to find a new hobby.