over time

Dear Diary, these same plants have changed so much over the year, from the little green leaves that poked up last spring, to the  creamy white Queen Anne’s Lace from last summer, to the burnt stems of the fall, to the silhouettes of this winter. The metaphor for life in these stoic beauties is solid. We change so much over time. Age gives some of us a stoic quality that we never had in youth. It stiffens our backs a bit. How many women have said to me…”In my forties and fifties I changed. I let go of all that unimportant stuff.” They have too, these women, who tell me this.

They no longer care about dinner sets and china, so many friends have even boxed it. Unimportant stuff gets boxed in a life once you decide that they no longer matter. It is all still there, you know exactly where it is, you can even get if you need it, but you have decided there is no way you are going to let it crowd your cupboards. If you still think I am talking about your china, you missed the metaphor part. But really here, in this diary, it is really always my china that I am referring too ( never had any actually), it is always my own, and if a glimmer strikes you, then that just proves that we are all Queen’s Anne’s Lace, in some season or another, shining in the moonlight.