Before the hard freeze last week, Maria brought in some of the flowers before they died. So flowers have popped up all over the farmhouse. I’ve got a quiet day today planned; I’m going to a favorite restaurant in Schuylerville to bring home some new sandwiches – buffalo, supposedly an excellent food for diabetics.
Then I’ll stop to pick up my cannabis gummy bears for sleep. They are pretty effective; I’ve never slept better. I have two doctor’s appointments until later in the week: my urologist to make sure the air battering shattered my kidney stone in a new high-tech surgery and a chiropractor to help heal my back.
A friend wrote me today to say that he thought aging was really a disease; you keep getting sick until you die; it’s all about the body coming apart. I sympathize, but it’s different for me. Aging is about falling apart in some ways, but it’s not only that. It gives as well as takes. I’m healthier and happier than before. And yes, my body is beginning to fall apart. Welcome to life.
I respect life and accept it.
The Dahlia’s are in the bathroom.
The windowsill gallery has been re-shaped by the curator
Flowers have sprung up in all the windowsills.
Amaryllis bulb in water, it will grow all winter, for my office…
We’ll have color in the house all winter, if I know my wife.
Jon I have appreciated that for years you have spoken of the “windowsill galleries” and the curator who makes the magic happen. Many would not notice or pay attention to the changing “exhibits” but you do. Thank you for noticing and sharing them with us. And thanks to the curator whose creativity creates art everywhere!