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Sunday, September 21, 2014

I was shot in the back--the pain is better not gone but better

I am able to sleep in the bed the last few days, I have slept in the chair for so long I am not sure which I like the best.  Jerry's aunt Ester loved her recliner and had it moved into her room at the rehab center, I thought it was funny but now I understand; you see when your lower back is in spasm and the pain is night and day, those chairs are life sent.  We have two Stressless chair/recliners they are the best I am budgeting now for a third one, however my sister-in-law says ours are not the good ones, but she does not tell what the good ones are.  I can not imagine a better chair then the Stressless we have now, we love ours .  I believe we would buy one if they only came in hot pink.
Forty days of sunshine wow it has been a great summer, our trees are showing signs of stress from lack of water, and I have been lazy and not dragging the hose from pillar to post this is a big yard Jerry does not want me to water near the house and I am not doing it like it should be done, oh for a sprinkler system; We are getting older taking care of this property is getting to be a problem.

Now I go out to the ''Apple tree of Meditation'', it is a very old tree planted probably in the 1920's; it had a great hole in the v of the tree when Jerry moved in; he did the old fashion, digging it out and filled it with cement the tree was saved and it continues to gift us with many wonderful apples.  They make the best apple pie ever. Today I will gaze up into it's very mystical branches, it is a wonderful experience.  For me to push back in my chaise and gaze into the branches I find it magical, well it is truly an afternoon delight.  It inspires poetry and day dreams as a magic nap moves into my mind and I slip into another realm.

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Leaves of God Fall 2009

My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost

I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall

Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow

Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin

Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall

So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall

The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston