Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Let the day's own trouble be sufficient for the day.
We are planning an addition on the house...right over the top of my beautiful rosemary bush. I took cuttings before we try to dig it up to move it, you know...just in case.
I have been anxious although the problem is not mine alone and I am not at liberty to share. This passage comforts me. May I ask you for an unspoken pray, please? It is life and death.
I have shared my dill with a tribe of these greedy bastards. It is okay, it will grow back and we will be delighted with the black swallowtails that will follow.
Sunday, August 6, 2017
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
People often say that “beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realizing that you are the beholder. This empowers us to find beauty in places where others have not dared to look, including inside ourselves.
Gardening from a wheelchair is a challenge. First two ghost peppers.
Thursday, June 15, 2017
I will always be beside you until the very end, wiping all your tears away, being your best friend, I will smile when you smile feel all the pain you do, if you cry a single tear, I promise I will cry too.
Little Miss Schuster and I have been friends for 19 years. I didn't think she was feeling well and I was concerned she might be losing weight. I was told over and over she was fine.
I finally took her to the vet to ease my mind. She had lost 3 of her 9 pounds. She has a large mass in her left lung. She is on anti-nausea meds and steroids. They told me they could do a biopsy and more testing but I said no, I do not want to cause her pain.
I want her to have quality of life. She has been my constant source of comfort. She has seen me through pain and happiness. She was there through divorce, surgery, the lost of my dearest friend. She loved my Bruce the first time she met him. She was happy to move here so we could marry and start a new life together. He loves her, too.
Summer is coming. I love this time of year. I love the green and freshness. My friend, Vicki, gave me the Passion Flower in the black pot. Bruce is going to make me a trellis for it.
Every year I grow a yellow Gerbera for my friend, Penny. I miss her everyday, Yellow was her favorite color. These flowers comfort me.
Last year, on our trip out west to Jenny's wedding, we stopped to see my cousin, Linda. She shared her Mother's irises with me. They are beautiful this year. I am looking for their permanent home,
The love if my life and I take care of a feral colony of cats. A momma cat started bringing her three babies around. This little Miss has adopted Bruce. She runs to meet him and loves being rubbed and scratched. She will be coming in the house very soon. A door begins to close, a window begins to open. There will be pain and loss. There will be comfort. Life marches on.
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
Grateful living is important in the world because in our constant pursuit of more and better we can easily lose sight of the riches that lay right in front of us and within us.
The Ben Franklin Bridge
Friday, May 19, 2017
If you don't get everything you want, think of the things you don't get that you don't want.
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
“Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson
Bruce bought me blood oranges at Christmas. One of them had 3 seeds. Just as I had given up hope, one tiny plant finally broke through the surface and a week later we have the first true leaves!
Saturday, March 4, 2017
“Zoo: An excellent lace to study the habits of human beings”
― Evan Esar
We have a family pass to the Philadelphia Zoo, A very large group of us go often. The meerkats have always been my favorite. These little African birds were very friendly, staying one step ahead of my wheelchair.
Thanks for stopping by. God bless.
Friday, March 3, 2017
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
~Henry Stanley Haskins
Time moves on. Happier than I have ever been, this is a good marriage. The MS progresses but I fight. I lost my physical therapist, he moved on to more pay, a job closer to his home. Now we start over again.
A freshly brushed Dexter, my daughter's cat.