Day Last is here. Tomorrow I will be blessed with the presence of the Seniors. Yes, I will have a little bit of The Acres withdrawal. The Homesteader will
have to get use to not being able to boss me all day long. The Posse
and my Feathered Friends will only get a morning glimpse. This morning
was a struggle physically, but by four this afternoon, I felt strong
enough to do a little "work." Therapeutic. And, trust me, just a
little. Three surprises today--the Asian lily seemed
unimpressed by the frost; a Louisiana iris that i thought was just a
memory is coming up; and the big one--when I moved here there was a
gorgeous deep red crab apple up by the house. A vine choked it out, it
was cut down. Guess what sent up a shoot of life this spring? Yep, if I
live to be eighty, the beauty will be back. Well, it will be back
either way, but, Lord willing, I may get to see it bloom again. My
Gardening Angels are the best.
A baseball note: if the Cards win
tonight I'll be happy; if the Cubs win tonight, Brad will be happy.
It's a win-win for the old man..
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