There are seasons and there are seasons. Nature’s seasons go at a regular pace, though the weather varies. Not so the internal seasons. I’ve been lax at the blog posts for a while now, because I feel like I’m in a burrowing season, not a communicative one.
It didn’t help that we’ve had two hail storms this month. The first destroyed four skylights. The second destroyed the roof. There’s something about holes in the roof that makes one feel that there is really no place safe.
This post is to explain my silence, so I can stop feeling guilty about it. I’m going to play prairie dog and dig myself a nice, comfy hole to winter in. And see what I find down there.
freethoughtandmetaphor 
Oct 26, 2015 @ 17:21:28
May your burrowing be safe, cozy, enjoyable and ultimately productive.
Oct 27, 2015 @ 06:40:58
Hale to burrowing. I enjoy your blog and photos.
Oct 27, 2015 @ 11:40:59
So sorry about your skylights and roof. I hope you find amazing things down there in the dark. Love, Sally
Nov 24, 2015 @ 21:18:21
Ellen, there’s nothing like a hail storm–or worse yet, a tornado–that gets us out of a burrowing mood, is there? 🙂
Last year, during a frightening time of medical tests, “burrowing” became my way of coping. A good friend finally called and asked for my help; she’d had foot surgery that wasn’t healing well and needed a walking partner. It was a month later, after our daily walks and talks and helping each other, that I realized physical therapy was helping her foot; she was passing forward that help for my worries.
It’s so good to hear from you again, Eillen. Be well.