To everything, there is a season
Rainy as the day was, the sun managed to shine through in the end. Our plum trees are in full bloom today as the magnolia petals gradually drift to the ground. It’s wonderful to relive the promised cycle of garden growth. Next in line are the lilacs, peonies and irises (I forget which order, but there certainly is one). Today, while raking the fallen petals, I noticed the remnants of Gilly’s recent handiwork. He evidently managed to clear the ground around the rosebushes, lilies and other plants when I obviously wasn’t looking. I have always appreciated his efforts to maintain our garden, but I never imagined how much meaning every gardening task he undertakes would hold for us this year.
Gilly slept until 5 a.m. in his favourite chair. He crawled into bed and slept until 9:30. When he finally awoke, I commented, “You’re just like a teenager; late to bed, and late to rise.” I was glad to see that he rested well, and still shows no signs of nausea.
He spent the better part of the day ‘relaxing’ as he calls it. Really, it is more a matter of inactivity due to difficulty with sight and right side of body coordination. He explained to me and Susie why he would not like to join us at Home Depot, “It’s just too hard to walk.” But he mustered up the strength to make a trip to Reno with Yaron to buy supplies for Liylah’s new backyard fence. He set that as a goal for himself, and the trip seemed to perk him up. I guess he saw it as a man’s job, because he could have purchased similar supplies at Home Depot.
He set out the materials under our grape arbor (which we call our Sukkah), lying in wait for the next nice day to signal project commencement. We hope to work as a team to complete the job. Tamara is keen to assist and Max has agreed to lend a helping hand.
We just arrived back from a trip around the block with Liylah, the dog with the fruit fetish. Yesterday, I returned from work to find she had dates in her bed. I suppose she feels she should be following the Canada Food Guide, and not forced to eat lamb and rice on a daily basis without the pleasures of fruits and vegetables. Maybe she has something there???
Gilly slept until 5 a.m. in his favourite chair. He crawled into bed and slept until 9:30. When he finally awoke, I commented, “You’re just like a teenager; late to bed, and late to rise.” I was glad to see that he rested well, and still shows no signs of nausea.
He spent the better part of the day ‘relaxing’ as he calls it. Really, it is more a matter of inactivity due to difficulty with sight and right side of body coordination. He explained to me and Susie why he would not like to join us at Home Depot, “It’s just too hard to walk.” But he mustered up the strength to make a trip to Reno with Yaron to buy supplies for Liylah’s new backyard fence. He set that as a goal for himself, and the trip seemed to perk him up. I guess he saw it as a man’s job, because he could have purchased similar supplies at Home Depot.
He set out the materials under our grape arbor (which we call our Sukkah), lying in wait for the next nice day to signal project commencement. We hope to work as a team to complete the job. Tamara is keen to assist and Max has agreed to lend a helping hand.
We just arrived back from a trip around the block with Liylah, the dog with the fruit fetish. Yesterday, I returned from work to find she had dates in her bed. I suppose she feels she should be following the Canada Food Guide, and not forced to eat lamb and rice on a daily basis without the pleasures of fruits and vegetables. Maybe she has something there???
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