Posted on Apr 21, 2012 in
Home Front
As my husband and I grew in different directions over the past few years, I took more solace in the house, refuge in the lake. When I moved out, I agreed to leave my canoe for the boys to use. And he agreed I could have lake visitation.
It’s been six months. I thought I would be ready to visit. While my son got his bike ready to bring to my house, I walked down to the lake. No. I am not ready. Not yet.
Walking past each of the plants I’d designed into the landscape, gotten planted by hook or by crook, nurtured, relished… my chest tightens. My eyes burn and sting. I...