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.