I'm fairly certain my life runs in 12-year cycles. Skipping the first one, my second was full of curiosity and travel, living in varied places, and not settling down. The third was taking focus, meeting goals and stabilizing. The fourth was moving to the area, meeting Lyman and establishing a home and family of my own (partly, anyway).

For the past two years, I have been in a light depression, which was, I think, that cycle winding down.

We'll see. This one seems to be starting with an orchid and a greenhouse.