I'm sorry to hear you're not doing well old pal. Sometimes the creative pruning process is severe (if that's what this is) leaving only nubs that grow back verdant in time. I wish you well. Peace...
I know the feeling (whatever the reason). I posted a poem about it recently called "Winter Sleep". Thanks for letting us know. Now we can tuck you away for a while for safe keeping. Until your safe return, John
Always,
Deborah
Well- it is your turn.
Bet you won't be away as long as I was.
:)
Love ya!
Jane
Regis
I for one am not wishing to see your back. It's just too ugly to contemplate. ;-)
Ron
Rebecca
Michael D.