finding and loving someone

Sometimes I think romance, two people ever finding each other in this big world, is an almost mystical thing. How do we explain something like this:

Chloe Mayo paints man, finds man, marries man

Some say reality is different than fantasy-- sure it is-- until you listen to people talk about how they met and then you see the hand of fate so often.

Of course, romance isn't the end of the game. We fall in love and then life happens, we get busy, involved with the business of surviving in the world.

When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh.

That's the essence to find that romance which goes beyond. Romance novels aren't all that unrealistic. They end though before the real work begins :)

The creek is lush with green. The wood ducks have raised their ducklings, whether the raccoons and beaver have done likewise, we don't know-- can't have a wildlife cam everywhere. It is a wonderful time though these weeks before the Solstice.