Hope that the house will be done soon (it's getting close....). Hope that we'll have a good garden season. Hope that everything animal-related can be coordinated to the arrival of our newest canine family member (more on that in a future post!). Hope that we can start to implement the permaculture design plans we have for the farm. Hope that we get our act together to order the potatoes and onions by the deadline this Friday (ack! that's tomorrow!)! Hope that I will get well. That last one is a biggie. I'm not looking for sympathy, but me not being able to breathe properly seriously hampers our ability to turn these hopes and dreams into on-the-ground realities. This illness, whatever it really is, is one of the reasons I haven't been writing much lately ~ my ability to actually do things has been hampered. They say it's allergen-induced asthma from living in such a small space. If they're right, and here's that hope again, it should go away once we are in the house. With a background in emergency medicine and healthcare, I always understood what asthma was in an academic sort of way but I don't think I ever really "got" it before this experience. I will never, ever take for granted the ability to simply breathe again. In the meantime, I'm looking forward to the peonies blossoming again....
