Tea and roses.
Things are… moving along. I’ve hit the point in Handling the Bad Thing that I have to be on lockdown with some of what I say, so I won’t say much about that here past that I’ve had to make some very heavy decisions after talking to police. Everything I do will have repercussions now.
I’ve got my back yard to a place where I’m actively looking forward to having folk over. I’m even planning a party! I have places to sit, I have shade and sun, I have plenty of room, I have a rose garden… I’m pleased with things. It’s a very peaceful and comforting and safe-feeling place to be now.
As for my rose garden, the only one that’s having trouble “taking” is Peace; this might be because the damned guys who do the lawn keep nailing it with the weed whacker. They’ve already destroyed both lilacs by repeatedly mowing them even after I said to watch out for them. But I do have one of the roses blooming already… Tranquility has one spectacular and fragrant blossom, and three or four more buds ready to open.
But now, I think, I would like to sit in my back yard with a book, and a cup or two of tea, and good company.