Growing through the cracks.

Birds chirped and cooed from overhead wires and light-poles, chatting in the chilled air. The rain came down in mists, growing puddles on the cracked ground at a leisurely pace.

And in those cracks were unwanted weeds. Their roots grabbed for whatever they could, trying to grow in less than ideal circumstances. I know what that's like.

It lightly rained this past Saturday morning so I had to step out in the backyard and enjoy it (especially after all the terribly sunny days we've had!). Taking it all in, I wanted to be grateful for everything I've received lately.....

My aunt has told me a couple times now that "Uncle Bill is watching out for you."

I lost my job in July of last year, allowing me to become my uncle's caregiver when he became sick with colon cancer 1 1/2 months later.

He passed away this summer and not only did I find another job around the anniversary of his colon cancer diagnosis but starting next month I'll have my original job back too! Funny how that works. Is my uncle good or what!

The arts-and-crafts job is still a challenge but like the weed, I'm trying to persevere. Thankfully I pick things up quickly, making it a bit less stressful each day. Slowly but surely I'm getting acclimated to my new surroundings.....

A lone cricket or two chirped somewhere in the wet grass as tiny raindrops pricked my skin. The heat of summer is slowly giving way to the mild, gray skies of fall and I couldn't be happier about that!

And before I went back into the house, I whispered to the universe, "Thank you. It was gorgeous."