Lovin' Those Giant Zinnias

 (I don't know why the date showing above is Aug. 27 when it's actually Aug. 29, but ... Blogspot has been particularly draggy for the last few days so something must be going on there.)

Oh lord love a duck, it is chilly out there this morning! Oh sure, maybe I was barefoot and still in my housecoat when I stuck my nose out the door, but was there really any need for the wind to be so nasty? I thought not and immediately retreated inside.

Why is it that if I lie on the couch late in the evening I can't keep my eyes open, but when I get up and go to bed I toss and turn for an hour or two before finally falling asleep? It's not like we don't have a comfortable bed.

Last night I thought, To hell with it, I'm going to stay right here on the couch. I slept so soundly that I didn't even hear the coffee bean grinder this morning when Scott got up, and it was basically in the same room.

My zinnias, planted from seed saved last fall, have only now begun to bloom. 

My garden will undergo major changes this fall and next spring. More zinnias, and sooner.

No Photoshopping; just natural light.

It has now been 25 days since I've begun walking almost every day again and already I'm feeling more robust. Three brisk miles four times a week, and one mile four times, will do that for ya.

My shiatsu therapist (I get one treatment every four weeks) recently asked how many migraines I've had lately. I replied that it was probably the usual (I have to take a pill six or eight times a month), but when I checked my calendar I saw that it has only been twice in August that medication was required. It's a small miracle, although it seems there is usually a month in the summer when migraines are less frequent. Still ... what is it, exactly?

If I knew, I would keep it up, for sure. Could the walking be what makes the difference? No; I've done that before. Could it be the wild raspberry leaf and motherwort tea already, after only two weeks of daily intake? That seems unlikely but is possible. Or is it pure happenstance? I don't think so. There must be a reason. Maybe it really is the weather, as some suggest. As is often the case, I'm hornswoggled.

Ah, life. It's a mystery. You can never really count on anything: not from the world around you, or from other people, or from your own body with its unpredictable whims. They'll all let you down sometimes and leave you puzzled at the very least, if not disappointed. Thank goodness for the times when they treat you better than you expect, like my body is doing right now and so is the man in my life. There are bound to be tough times, or so my Pollyanna self has been forced to acknowledge, but it is worth remembering that they always pass and good times always come again.

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Lorna on "Two Days in Heaven": 

I haven't done anything like that since I was living at home and we used to go to the beach in Shediac every summer. 
Shediac! That brings back fond memories of my time in lovely northern New Brunswick, when Shediac was not so terribly far away from where I was living. I hope to get there again someday, as it was such a beautiful place.

Annette Erickson on "Perspectives": 

Beautiful pics! Love the moon. Can never get enough of her when she shows her whole self.

Hope you had fun with that baby. 
She was awake and happy to be held; what more can you ask of a sweet little dumpling?

Lorna on "Perspectives": 

Ah babies! We get photos almost daily of our great-granddaughter Lilly but it's not the same as holding her. It is however, better than living in another country, as we did when my two older kids were small.

And that photo of the moon!

Email has definitely improved the lives of grandparents and great-grandparents who wouldn't otherwise see their little darlings nearly often enough. Glad you liked the moon! 

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This exact view has been seen here many times. Fortunately I never tire of it, as it's the road south of our driveway. The camera pulls the distant (three-quarters of a mile; it takes 15 minutes to walk there) yield sign close and makes a flattish road appear to undulate, which it really does only slightly. And another tree, killed by its floodsoaked roots, is leaning badly and will have to be removed:

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Driving home from town one evening last week, the moon ahead insisted on my full attention. Most of the daylight was gone already and my camera doesn't have bells and whistles, but I stopped for this anyway:

Click to enlarge. Always!

Oh! Gotta go. Newest baby is at her grandma's just down the road for the weekend, and I requested a phone call when I could have a turn holding little Juliet. Her great-grandmother, who left here just a half-hour ago, still hadn't had the opportunity, so is clearly being very generous to me right now.

Bye!

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Julie on "Two Days in Heaven":
It was perfectly great and greatly perfect!

Yes indeedy. Sigh. It turned out that my appointment Tuesday morning (which was the reason I chose to come home Monday) was cancelled, so I could have spent another day and night there after all,. Oh how I wanted to! But maybe I wouldn't have been quite so content there, without your company. So all's well that ends well. I was left wanting more ... and that's a good thing, or so they say.