Dumping

I apologize in advance if this is too personal for some. It is sort of like having a baby and having seemingly dozens of strangers staring at your crotch. You lose some privacy barriers. The same with making a first class fool of yourself for two years. How could I possibly ruin anyone's opinion of me at this point?

Below is dumping not wallowing. I am finding that if I put it into a visual, a part of it leaves me and leaves me some room for something new. A goodbye as it were. Take it out, look at it, and let it go.

My lighting and camera (or perhaps my expertise) do not capture all of the detail, but you get the drift.
It is titled: Grief; 2009, It Was A Very Bad Year
It is interesting that everyone understands and supports the anger and the hurt, but few get or seem to respect the grief if they haven't gone through it themselves. Trust me, it is true grief. But it is ending.

A close up of some of the detail, the correct color is crimson - closer in the first picture

And on a lighter note: I have grown carrots in 6 of the eight boxes I have and these are the strangest yet. All the other boxes produced perfectly straight, normal looking carrots. Odd.

Next week I go to Tommy's over Halloween and in November I am going to Rockport for Thanksgiving not to mention the thrill of the year round vegetable garden. So livlier posts are on their way...