To start.
Jerry has started the major work on our leak problem in the basement bedroom, seems the two torrential down pours we had the last two months were more than our gutters could handle. It actually bent them, they failed thus flooding into the window well, down the inside wall to the carpet pads and all. I discovered it while making the bed bare foot wet carpet is easy to identify when bare foot.
My hero has worked so hard and of course our insurance does not cover it, how lucky can we be.
The fun part was my pals at Pal came for a painting day sadly the sun was not cooperating but they were able to product some lovely pictures. only four came because of the weather but I must say they inspired me to try to start painting.
Feather went for the barn and bird houses
Eilene is new to the area, she did the barn
and some lovely flowers--All in all they
never saw the Olympics but they seemed to
have a good time -- Ann fell for one of our old apple trees--I loved seeing them work.
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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