Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; Who sows a field, or trains a flower, Or plants a tree, is more than all. -John Greenleaf Whittier, A Song of Harvest
Everything looks beautiful here - Zinnia's, Asters, Black-Eyed Susan's, Gay Feathers, marigolds, many others (Weeds too) - all in full glory. After I chauffeur Butch to the barber (yes - he still goes to his barber of 30 years - Frank), I will go to the produce stand over by the Blue Dolphin, and shop for groceries. Then - the weeding begins! BIG project, but - I am up to it. We have many tomatoes in the refrigerator. Irene picked them and put them there as they ripened - also have some green peppers to pick, and I saw one puny cuke (I garden in a barrel out front - gone are the huge vegetable gardens of yore). A funny thing - a bird must have carried a corn seed, and it is growing - one corn plant - in the middle of my flower garden out front. Glenn came yesterday and mowed the lawn, so that is all done - he (and Irene, much to our chagrin) kept it in shape for us while we were gone.
We feel like George Bailey in "It's a Wonderful Life" - hugging trees, seeing everything through new eyes, just enjoying the wonders of everyday life we ordinarily take for granted. I had a good time just watering everything this morning, and checking it out - 5 1/2 weeks inside a hospital does wonders for your perspective.
Flash is sticking pretty close to Butch - doesn't quite trust us not to disappear again - he also demanded extra treats.
We are so grateful for God's continued grace in our lives, and look forward to his leading us thru the coming months and years.