It’s time for a walk in the garden. Will you join me?
This year, my husband put our daughter in charge of planting flower bulbs at either end of the garden. We gave her a budget and she ordered a variety of lilies and dahlias. They were planted in late spring after the danger of frost had passed.
After the lilies bloomed and faded, there was a miscommunication of where the dahlia bulbs were planted. So my husband decided he would also plant flowers. He planted zinnias. Lots of zinnias. This was in addition to the vegetables he had already planted.
By early summer, it was apparent that our daughter’s dahlias were being smothered. They just couldn’t find the needed space to grow. All the flowers were overcrowded — even the zinnias — and we had very few blooms.
You can definitely have too much of a good thing. Our beautiful flowers had no room to breathe.
As the summer waned and our vegetables were nearly all harvested, our daughter began thinning the overgrowth little by little. Then an amazing thing happened! Within days, we discovered flower stalks that had been hidden. And within a week, we began seeing beautiful blossoms of all kinds. And now our mums and Mexican Sunflowers are also blooming, right on schedule.
Here is a sample of some of the beauty we are seeing in our backyard right now.
What a colorful blessing so late in the season! I hope they will continue to grow and bloom until our first frost. I will miss all these beautiful flowers during the cold months ahead.
Which reminds me, I need to find the spring bulb catalogs that arrived in the mail last week.
For someone who looks forward to fall every year, this should have been a welcome calendar page flip. But the prospect of spending another season mostly indoors is just not appealing to me. Sure, we can go outdoors and enjoy the refreshing crisp air, but many of the gatherings I have come to enjoy will be missing this year.
Still, it is actually a relief to be inching our way closer to the end of 2020. Most of us wish it would be over with now.
My time away from writing has been spent in recovery mode following my shoulder surgery on June 18th. Thankfully, I’ve been blessed with an uneventful, and fairly pain-free recuperation. For anyone who has experienced this surgery, you’ll understand me when I say, “Don’t overdo it.” Follow your doctor’s orders to the letter. After being in a sling 24/7 for six weeks, the last thing I would want is to be back in that contraption! (I cringe just looking at the photo.)
The greatest challenges I faced were sleeping while sitting up, and learning to do everything with my left hand. Sleeping was made a little easier with our adjustable bed. Because we have a split-king, we were able to move half of the bed to a guest room. This enabled me to lie awake for hours on end without disturbing my hubby. After the first week or so, exhaustion took over, and I grew accustomed to sleeping on my back. By week 5, I was able to lie on my left side, and now — week 11 — I am finally able to lie flat again.
But the left-handed thing . . . that was another story. Try wearing a sling on your dominant arm for 24 hours and you’ll see the challenges I faced. Everyday tasks we take for granted, such as bathing, dressing, eating — and yes, even trips to the bathroom — take twice as long. Living without a blow dryer nearly brought me to tears. It took me about 3 weeks to master these challenges and find some work-arounds. My doctor was kind enough to adjust the sling so that I had almost full use of my right hand, as long as it stayed inside the sling. I was then able to do some typing on my computer at work and use my cell phone and iPad. Once I was off the pain meds (Day 6), I was even able to drive the mile to work and back home again. Life was not so bad after all.
I am now in physical therapy and have regained about 90% of my range of motion. (My best guess.) Next week, if my surgeon gives the okay, I will begin the strength training portion of my PT. It’s been a long road, but I am glad I had the surgery.
My recovery would not have been so smooth without all the love, prayers, cards and meals that came my way during the first few weeks. Our church family has been amazing! It is always a humbling feeling when you are on the receiving end of such generosity.
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Reflecting and Refueling
We celebrated our 38th wedding anniversary last week while visiting relatives in Tennessee. They have a beautiful home in a lakeside community, and a pontoon boat that became our favorite respite for seven days. It was a much-needed getaway for both of us, and a chance to unwind and forget about the pandemic for a while. The lake was full of little hidden coves where we could drop the anchor and swim (or in my case, float) the afternoon away. We dined out most evenings, and lazed around most mornings. (Any day I can stay in my PJ’s past 7:00 AM is a good day!)
My time away was an opportunity to rest and look forward to the future. So much of our time lately has been spent focusing on the chaos around us and around the world. The doom and gloom and bad news is relentless. I find that during these difficult seasons in life, we often neglect our need to get away and disconnect. We need space to breathe, and a new window to enjoy a different view. (I find water views are best!) This is not always possible in these times, I know, but if the opportunity presents itself, embrace it!
Now that I am home again, I realize how much I have missed my writing. As we begin a new season, full of pumpkin spice and whatever else it may bring, I look forward to sharing this space with you once again. ☕️