Your writing is so intriguing. I can picture you so well and understand the limitations of heavy gas cans. Our mower broke, so we’re using a battery weed eater, gradually going though the grasses a bit at a time. Fortunately for us, most of our combined 15 acres is forested, but that means pine cones. I’ve learned to use my dog pooper scooper to pick those up. It’s amazing how we find ways to adjust to our diminished strength and even through grief. I’m thankful you and Ray can be in the wonderland of Surprise Valley. What a gift to have nature as your refuge.
Thank you once again for reminding me how important watering and taking care of flowers is in this crazy world. My weedeater hasn’t worked in years, but the dog has pretty much ruined. Wherever the weeds were the dome on the yurt got destroyed in a wind storm. I’ll never figure out why The door on the shed blew off. I’m waiting for someone to stop by and help me put it back on as I wait for test results for urology Nevada plan my next trip for a shot in the eye for macular degeneration, which includes red light therapy and I’m blessed to be able to read your posts. Much love to you and Ray. You’re in my heart and mind love Viv
As I read your post, I wanted to smile and bring you (and Armando) something, anything--a pitcher of water, iced tea, I don't know, something) to whisper, "... this will be good for you, a short, imperfect reprieve, but it's something." And it was; you were right, until you stopped and looked behind you. At least you know I'm with you, thinking of you, and wishing I could be there to help.❤🙏
My time outside in my garden, with my horses, working with Armando are filled with life. I’m going outside now to put up birdfeeders. Ray is sleeping. Thank you for being there.
Dear Viv, thank you for writing. I'm sorry to hear about your wind damage. Hang in there, and please take care of yourself. Love, Barbara
It's important to tell it like it is.
Your writing is so intriguing. I can picture you so well and understand the limitations of heavy gas cans. Our mower broke, so we’re using a battery weed eater, gradually going though the grasses a bit at a time. Fortunately for us, most of our combined 15 acres is forested, but that means pine cones. I’ve learned to use my dog pooper scooper to pick those up. It’s amazing how we find ways to adjust to our diminished strength and even through grief. I’m thankful you and Ray can be in the wonderland of Surprise Valley. What a gift to have nature as your refuge.
Love you both.
You're so right, nature sustains me. I hung up two bird feeders today, Ray is excited to see who visits us.
Thank you once again for reminding me how important watering and taking care of flowers is in this crazy world. My weedeater hasn’t worked in years, but the dog has pretty much ruined. Wherever the weeds were the dome on the yurt got destroyed in a wind storm. I’ll never figure out why The door on the shed blew off. I’m waiting for someone to stop by and help me put it back on as I wait for test results for urology Nevada plan my next trip for a shot in the eye for macular degeneration, which includes red light therapy and I’m blessed to be able to read your posts. Much love to you and Ray. You’re in my heart and mind love Viv
As I read your post, I wanted to smile and bring you (and Armando) something, anything--a pitcher of water, iced tea, I don't know, something) to whisper, "... this will be good for you, a short, imperfect reprieve, but it's something." And it was; you were right, until you stopped and looked behind you. At least you know I'm with you, thinking of you, and wishing I could be there to help.❤🙏
My time outside in my garden, with my horses, working with Armando are filled with life. I’m going outside now to put up birdfeeders. Ray is sleeping. Thank you for being there.