born a ramblin' man

Summer has been going strong in the palm garden... plants are growing fast, time is flying by fast, and I find myself with moments of pure joy.  This summer has been a sight to behold. I know it got off to a rocky start - I might have pre-emptively complained too much - but once it got going it ran!  The summer has been full of fun experiences and great time spent with friends both in the garden and out.  I'm starting to sound like I'm getting to my reflective mood.  To tell you the truth, that's exactly it. Reflect.  I guess that's part of who I am.  And in a sense the garden becomes an extension of those reflections.  A reflection of your travels, your current interests, a garden blog, your favourite foods, your dreams.  But then I have to wonder, does the garden become an extension of you, or do you become in a way part of the garden.  Growing with it.  Taking on new characteristics.  Or maybe it's both.  I sometimes wonder these things.

I wish I had some glorious tale of adventure.  I wish I could tour an epic palm garden.  But I suppose today, what I have to share is whats on my heart.  That is muddled.  If muddled is a state of the heart.  As life brings changes, challenges, and new experiences I sometimes feel lost in the mix.  It's actually the garden that feels the most clear sometimes. Sunshine. Palms. Yes please!

And in my state of muddlement, coffee has become an ever present companion. I got quite a kick out of the Parallel 49 Coffee Roasters! "Named after me!" Well not really, but I like to think so.  I whipped out the good ole hipstamatic to document the happy Parallel 49 mug.  I guess the coffee has become important in the ongoing investigation that is the muddlement. What does it all mean?

Really, I don't know. I suppose it's a possible state of anxiousness.  What will I do? Both in the ongoing saga of jobs and possible graduate schools, but also in the sunset on the most magical time of year.  I promised myself I wouldn't fret.  And on the subject of summer, it's still going strong. There's no need to worry - at least for the next few weeks if forecasts are right. But for now the investigation goes on.  And being the year of summer, both in the sense of warmth and of sunshine that I'm willing to continue all Fall and winter, and also in the state of mind I suppose I need not worry.  Maybe the muddlement is a good thing.  Maybe the muddlement is here to remind me.  To remind me to stop and soak it all in.  And maybe the muddlement is that soft fuzzy feeling of sunshine warming your cheeks.