It feels like the world grew in around Vermont while I was gone. The weeds and vines and tall grasses have taken over, crowding the paths and surrounding my house. Two weeks away and I hardly recognize my own neighborhood.
I’m not sure whether it really has become more jungle-like, or whether the stark and barren landscape of Iceland infected my brain and made me forget what my familiar landscape really looks like.
No. Its become a jungle. I haven’t even attacked the garden now that we are home….it frightens me.
Happens every summer around this time.
I’m no expert on brain “infections” but despite the somewhat dry conditions until recently, stuff has been growing like crazy. I don’t think it’s your imagination, Jane.