Today was a good day, a healing day. I spept peacefully for hours, still downstairs in case of another coughing attack. It didn’t come, except sporadically and quickly once or twice.

I still feel wobbly and worn down, I understand I have to rest for another day or two. A tooth comes out Thursday,  I’ll be there. Bishop Gibbons is closed for Spring Break, I can’t go to the Mansion until I’m 100 percent. The lifelike dogs and dogs are arriving (along with four teddy bears0 and the Mansion residents are very happy and grateful to you all. Me too. The Army Of Good is strong, and well….good.

I wrote and wrote today; there was something of a build-up to catch-up. I am not good at being cooped up, I feel my mind starting to rot.

I visited Liam with Maria. I wrote about the emotions and trust issues that cropped up with my sickness. I wrote about men and how hard it is for many of them to show their vulnerability and ask for help.

I got a peek at Maria’s next quilt. I tried to take a nap but couldn’t sleep in the afternoon, so I meditated and read as part of my quiet hour. I’m very much better, but still felling wasted and fragile. I’m feeling stronger by the minute and happy to be back in the world. Come and see a free photo show from my Welcome Home to Bedlam Farm Show.

My pictures bring me back to life. Walking helps too. I need more sleep, I’ll try and get some tonight. Yesterday turned out to be an important and emotional day for me.  I asked for help and got it. And it helped.

Love can do wonders if I let  it. Come join me on this afternoon walk around my farm, a walk I had to skip for days. It was sweet. I’m grateful to be well.

This landscape looked especially beautiful to me, the cloud had a hand reaching out to heaven.

We have another big snow and ice storm coming tomorrow evening. My old man’s gut tells me it will not be a dramatic as advertised.

Maria is small, without a border collie who will push them around, she has to bull her way through a crowd. She has no trouble with it but she has to be cautious about getting bumped.

The afternoon sky put on a beautifl show for me, an almost raging cauldron of moving clouds.

We brought the Imperious Hens some awfully looking frozen Burrito from the Food Co-Op. It looked gross to us but the hens gobbled it up.

Every afternoon, we go to the fence and toss some food Maria has prepared over the fence. The other sheep are leaving him alone, and he is always waiting patiently for us. He eats slowly, hoping for some grain and takes his time eating it. The sheep are shying away from him, as prey animals do when one of their community is very ill.

Sick animals draw predators, in the wild, they are left behind. Ever the gentlemen, Liam takes  his time eating, chewing is no longer easy for him. He looks at me for a long time, as if he were trying to tell me something. I doubt he is. Laiam is always by himself this days, with the herd but no longer a part of it really.

It was beautiful here today, all the more lovely because I am feeling so much stronger already. Thanks for sharing this afternoon walk-a-bout with me and my cameras. I appreciate it.