Good Grief 73

Talk of tumbleweed yesterday made me think more of its symbolism. Its associations with desolation, dried up places of dereliction, depression and despair ... it clearly got lodged for a while around the 'd' section of the thesaurus.
There's that sense of it just being 'vexed and tossed' by the whims of the wind and the world, rootless, aimless and at the mercy of the moment.
And in that frame of mind I wanted to blip the disintegration in the garden as that has cropped up again as a theme. Not a new theme here but that sense of disintegration is not necessarily just a dead thing but incorporates all the layers and distillation of what has gone before and feeds what comes next I suppose, whatever that may be.
And, if I was to be a bit optimistic, which would be foolish of course, but if I was ... tumbleweed is a remarkable form of seed dispersal and generates new growth and takes me on to small miracles.
It was a small miracle that I got through the day at work today. I was utterly convinced it was going to be the day of disintegration but it was not to be. Maybe tomorrow.