I thought my dreams would be enough for a while

 

Coming up on the thirty-second week of Quarantine:

One Hundred Days until Inauguration Day 2021

Of course I am hoping for the election of Joe Biden as President.  If it’s Trump, I don’t know what I will do.

The garden is waning now… I am beginning to cut down/back the plants that have become brown and unsightly.

We haven’t had a hard frost yet, so many plant are still beautiful.  The Lantanas, in their final glory.

The Dahlias have just now come into their own.

Also the Asters…. The bountiful pink blossoms of the New York Aster, and the just beginning to bloom blue flowers of the Aromatic Aster…  so beautiful

Even so, I am battling depression. Not sure why.   I have had vivid dreams of packing up and moving, but not from here…. Dreams of places in the past….  And people from the past, and so vivid. Have been dreaming and thinking of them in my waking life, too.

Is that what all old people do?  Not a lot to look forward to, but lots and lots to look back upon.

The Old Year

The Old Year’s gone away
To nothingness and night:
We cannot find him all the day
Nor hear him in the night:
He left no footstep, mark or place
In either shade or sun:
The last year he’d a neighbour’s face,
In this he’s known by none.

All nothing everywhere:
Mists we on mornings see
Have more of substance when they’re here
And more of form than he.
He was a friend by every fire,
In every cot and hall–
A guest to every heart’s desire,
And now he’s nought at all.

Old papers thrown away,
Old garments cast aside,
The talk of yesterday,
Are things identified;
But time once torn away
No voices can recall:
The eve of New Year’s Day
Left the Old Year lost to all.

By John Clare.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That song from Peter Paul and Mary

 

The good times we had

 

Times have changed
All the good times that we had are gone now;
Passed this way
Only mem'ries will remain, tomorrow

I thought my dreams would be enough for a while
And all the plans that we made
Hey, we had love, that was all that we had;
Even that don't seem the same

 

Peace of mind
Where's the happiness we should be havin'?
We can't find any answers in the good times we had

I thought my dreams would be enough for a while
And all the plans that we made
Hey, we had love, that was all that we had;
Even that don't seem the same

Peace of mind
Where's the happiness we should be havin'?
We can't find any answers in the good times we had

 

 

And this one, from Ian and Sylvia:

 

These friends of mine, we shared some good times together
days of sunshine....days of rain.

Many jobs and many towns we worked and never
Cared if we saw the same towns again.

Then one day we weren't as young as before
Our mistakes weren't quite so easy to undo.

But by all those road we traveled down,
I'm a better man for just the known of you.

These friends of mine we never cared about tomorrow
It was too early in the game.

We'd stay a while unil the day we'd get to wondering
If the far side of the hill looked the same.

And they's settle down somewhere along the way
Yes and somewhere just like some men do

But by all those roads my friend we've traveled down
I'm a better man for just the knowing of you

 

 

The things I remember!   I sit in my easy chair, listening to music and watching the house finches fight at the window feeder, and I remember distinct scenes I hadn’t thought of for years…