A Walk in the Park

The last few years have been just that: a walk in the park.  Well, really, my whole life has been.  (warning: philosophizing ahead)

The problem is, the last few years, the weather has been, shall we say, less than ideal.

There's been blazing heat of anger; icy, frigid winds of judgment; the clouds often releasing tears, sometimes in a torrent, other times a steady drizzle; and a fog of indecision.

That's not to say there hasn't been any pleasant weather.  There most definitely has been. 

But in spite of the weather, I must remind myself that I'm still in the park. And it's a beautiful park, full of wonderful and amazing things. While I can't predict the weather, I can keep walking in this park, trusting that my Creator is walking every step with me, always.

Which brings me to the point of this post: my "park" now has a new "bench".

About a year ago, my daughter and her husband began turning their garage into a studio apartment. For me!

I didn't take any before pictures but I'm sure you can imagine the dark and dirty insides of an old garage. This picture offers a hint. 

But look at that view.  I'll have a garden right outside my door!

What a difference some windows and paint can make!

Once the cabinets were in it really started to look like a living space.

During the year long process, the grand and I had many talks about our future adventures: painting, baking, sewing, gardening.

And then, a year to the day, we moved my stuff out of storage and the challenge of finding a place for everything began.

It would be a couple weeks before I could start living here, but when I moved in, the first thing I did was to stock the kitchen with... 

essentials.

And it didn't take long before I received the first floral offering from the munchkin next door.

As I finish up my third week here, I'm finally ready to start working on the studio part. As in art studio. Now, I have no ambition to become a serious professional artist. I just want to have a space dedicated to creating.

And I need a place to store all of these.

So, up on the wall they go.

     

I know it's a hodgepodge. 

But it's my hodgepodge.

In my park.

On my new bench.

It's a lovely day for a walk.