Wednesday, August 27, 2008

The Flowers are beautiful

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.

5 comments:

Sharan said...

Amen.

Sharan said...

I keep looking at the corn plant and I guess I've decided I really like it - represents a new beginning. Cool. So glad you guys are home. Love, Sharan

Loma said...

Me, too! Everything seems so much better once you're in your own space, doesn't it?

Bet Butch starts pickin' up speed right away. This is the best time of year to hit a golf ball, according to Sandy. Did I tell you that one of his golfing buddies left a cut-down golf club in the ground in front of Sandy's stone at the cemetery? I was so touched.

I've always said that having a life-threatening illness is a blessing because you'll never take another day of your life for granted. I thank God every day for giving me more time to live and give him praise.

We have a lot to be thankful for, don't we?

Love, Loma

Joyce and Butch Clegg said...

Loma - I think that was a fitting tribute to leave Sandy - sometimes guys do it right, don't they??

Mom said...

You will never know how glad Dad and I are that you are both home, safe and happy. It has been a long, hard haul and we are glad you are in your own home. We will keep our prayers going though.

Mom

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