It has always been my long suite. The fact that my family is very long-lived helps because I've been pretty sure since I became aware of such things that, all things being equal and wars not too close to home, I'll live long enough to see projects to completion. A big, early splash is always nice, but what gets you to your goals is dogged, continued effort. Not necessarily constant, gut-wrenching struggle, but the knack of coming back again and again to pick away at challenges.
These oak leaves which I saw this week in Parc Outremont seem a kind of symbol--or maybe even a sign In past years there must have been similar leaves clinging to branches well into the cold weather, but I don't remember noticing them. Perhaps I'm just ripe for a reminder of the value of hanging in there. Still have many projects to work on, and, I hope, enough time to accomplish them, or at least hand them off to people who will carry them foward.
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