God given memories

 I've been working on some 5x7 and 8x10 watercolors for the Feed the Need garage sale in the fall. My studio window looks out on what once was a beautiful garden. Finances meant I had to sell my property. God sent me an owner who agreed to rent my house to me until I moved or died. (Yes, it is in a contract, thanks to my wonderful granddaughter.)

They needed a place to leave their big RV when they went to Ecuador. They cut down trees, even the century-old Magnolia that I cherished. The garden had succumbed to Bill and my old age. We could no longer keep it up. You'll have to take my word for it; it was beautiful.

I still have greenery to look at. The bird population has moved on, and I can't say I blame them. I quit feeding except for my hummers. There are too many cats, dogs, and people in the neighborhood now. I have photos of the garden when it was in its prime. That comforts me.

Life moves on, things change, and people leave. The things that were once so important have little value now. New people come into your life and you learn to live in this new space that God has so graciously given you.

I wasn't sure where this was going but it reads fairly well. I'm not depressed, but I am in a memory mode. My memories are what keep me from being depressed. There are bad ones, more than I'd like to admit. Yet, the good ones are God-given, and so they are wonderful.