read a book – 21 Things You May Not Know About The Indian Act... one of the Appendices included the 94 recommendations of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada…
put orange sarongs on both doors (the only orange I have)… they darkened the space, so every time I walked by them I was reminded of my focus for today…
listened to “A Day to Listen”… yesterday I heard a few of them on the radio, but today took the time to hear all of them…
I’ve been thinking of many special Father’s Days and missing this great guy…
interesting how difficult holidays can be sometimes… used to be such a wonderful time… pleased that most years I am able to focus on the special times that have taken place…
I was thinking of my beloved on this Father’s Day as I wandered around the deck pulling weeds… currently ninety-nine percent are elm seedlings…
I always gave him action for not carrying around a pail to put the debris into and there I was today, pulling weeds and putting them on the ground or deck to be picked up later…
the clematis seems happy in its spot on the wall along the driveway…
it is showing new growth and is getting bigger each year…
I’ve just read about a way to help it grow even quicker by laying a portion of it down and putting soil over it… think I will give that a try in the fall…
for now, I am making sure to go out and visit it each day;-)…
as I sit in the garden, overlooking the beautiful sanctuary that it is, I’ve been thinking of my privilege…
I have a safe home, food to eat, and a glorious space to enjoy every day…
this is due in large part to my beloved… he worked for years to make our home comfortable and to put money aside for our retirement… and he never got to see that…
all that allows me to stay home and enjoy life is due to his work, and yes, his death, which has paved the way for my time sitting in the garden…
he worked hard to make it a sanctuary for us and I often think of him mowing the grass or pulling weeds… or cleaning the garage, lol…
I had made breakfast and brought it out to the back deck to enjoy…
I realized that a plant pot next to the waterfall needed to be turned so that more sunlight would encourage the dahlia to grow…
I stood on one of the blocks surrounding the waterfall area and a stone and started to turn the pot…
and I fell backwards into the top portion of the pond… in an effort to save myself, I grabbed the waterfall rock… it broke off in my hands and I ended up sitting in the water…
as you can imagine, I was rather shocked… I quickly removed my phone from my back pocket and put it on the stone surround as I tried to figure out how to get out…
there was blood on my hands and when I lifted my right foot there was blood on my toes as well…
after I removed my flip flops, I was able to slowly and carefully get out…
I went into the house, took off the wet clothes and sat down for a few minutes… eventually I called and spoke with my daughter and settled down, lol…
after a shower to get rid of the pond smell I sat in the garden and texted with a friend about what I needed to do for my hands and foot…
polysporin for my hands, soaking and more polysporin for my foot and quiet time for the rest of the day, trying not to use my hands too much or get them dirty…
over twenty-five years with ponds in the garden and this was the first time I fell in…