I admit there were a few minutes this week where I wondered if I would ever get back home again, but I did, and here I am, and I did sneak out this morning to grab a photo of the sunrise and my flowers.
I got caught; Maria saw me creeping out and was actually happy to see me out and moving. I thought I was going to get yelled at.
She thought I was gone Wednesday night.
We were delighted to surprise one another in my garden bed, and each of us took a picture through the flowers.
Nothing could be more healing than this. I am fortunate to be in love and to be loved. So, she told me, am I. It does work both ways, doesn’t it? Later.
I think these are your best photographs yet! Joyous!
What an ordeal…but good for you, Jon! I see the relief and fatigue in Maria’s face. No wonder you are tired…dodging bullets must be exhausting. You and I are the same age…and one never knows and has to stay vigilantly grateful.
Take care and continue your recovery. You were missed.
Yay!
warms my heart to know you are home, resting and healing…… and happy to see your photographic eye has not wavered one bit! Thank you for sharing your journeys and speedy recovery to you!
Susan M
Ah, what an image! Maria and the other flowers.
As you and I are the same age, I know both the joy and pain of daily living. I enjoy seeing the world through your beautiful pictures. I’m glad your recovery is going well.