Finally Done .. Or well Almost

So I finally got tired of looking at the not even half done side of the house. Add to that the need to sweat out the last of this cold I have been dealing with and well you get the following.

This is where I left it off how ever long ago and where I started today. The recent rains have ensured the faux gardenia plantings survived.

After mush needed sweat and stuff the edging blocks were finally in the ground and round up applied. Normally I am not a fan of round up, but considering I will not be growing food here it is worth the lack of hassle to get the unwanted green things dead.

And the last step of adding mulch is done. I still need to pick up one or two more bags to complete it, but close enough. I am still deciding on what other plants I want to add here for color and contrast etc. I also put another cutting of faux gardinia in the ground.

Reality Check

You don't realize the pain you have lived in until you encounter someone who hasn't

You don't realize the levels you have accepted until you encounter someone who hasn't

You don't realize a lot of things until reality checks in and shows you different. The young remind you of a future that could have been, a wish unfulfilled. The older show you what happens when a dream is put on hold.

But neither show you how they got from point A to point B. Why I can only guess at, but I would have to say regret and shame play a roll, but yet how can one be ashamed of ones kids. For many for go their dreams for the chance of a future,  a future embodied in children.

Is that why parents live vicariously thru their kids or others?

Can one blame a person for not committing as deeply? When all is knows is humiliation and degradation?

Is perhaps the "micro-aggression" fad an attempt to bring to light the consequences of a groups lack of an ability to empathises?

Is that why once you hit a certain age you live more for the story than the actuality?