Thursday, June 11, 2015


There am I, slaving away in the flowerbed, while Ducky and Jenna lounge nearby on the grass.

The poppies have begun to bloom and are quite stunning across the breadth of the garden.

My breakfast oatmeal is cooking; I have to set the stove timer, or I'll forget about it.

I'm thinking a lot about a friend who is dying, who expects to go any day now.
Helpless, ineffectual am I, not even knowing what to say, unable to express my own feelings.
It's her daughter's birthday today and she wanted to live to celebrate it with her, but didn't think she would. She has, though! I am not surprised at all.

I wish there was a way to make a person feel the depth of one's care and concern, one's esteem, but words fall far too short.

Ellen: I've just approved a comment from you, and it has disappeared! Anyway, I hope you soon have the opportunity to bake some bread. It's pretty satisfying, any way you slice it. 


  1. I left my oatmeal to rest on the warmer while I got ready and it burnt ;( Sorry to hear about your friend.

  2. Sorry to hear about your friend Kate, sending thoughts for her safe journey, and to you, and her loved ones, through your loss.

  3. So sorry to hear about your friend - how awful, I know and words are so hard, often silence and tight hugs work best if she's living near you. Otherwise, cards or calls.
    Love your garden and the fairy garden :)

  4. I would not be surprised at all if she overnight took an upturn and didn't stop till she was entirely healthy again. Whereas I will be more surprised if she does not, even knowing what I know.

  5. thinking of you and your friend with prayers today


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