Sunday...

I had a surprise when I awakened.  A bouquet of wild flowers lay on my table by my favorite chair.  Hubby had been out for his healthy walk and thought about me.  Something about almost dieing makes you think of what's important, I guess.  I placed them in one of my favorites cups in the kitchen window.  We had daisies in our wedding bouquet, don't know if he remembered but it was nice to get a daisy and honeysuckles as a surprise.

None of my posts would be complete without a peek at Ki.  I think she is as big as she's gonna get now at seven months old.  She is hoping against hope, I will drop something from my plate.

I walked the creek today to refill my contentment level and be close to The Maker.  The waters  have not completely cleared.  We have deep holes where we had none...good for summer play and sand bars appeared in other places.  The power of water is amazing, it can reshape your world.

Hubby had worked on the road...Doc said he could drive Friday so he has been wearing out the tractor and the mule.  I don't think Doc meant, bounce around on rough equipment four days after  heart surgery.  Marcy and I went along on this ride to collect flat rocks for use in the yard.

Marcy, who is always outside by daylight, had picked a few wild strawberries before we picked rocks.  All in all, a pretty good morning...as the rain clouds move in again!

One Thing I Know

The fact is no matter what you have to do, no matter how difficult or overwhelming it is, you can and will get it done.

In our case, you must take one stick, one limb at a time. You cannot look at the full picture or you would crawl in hole and never come out.

Limbs are in the creeks every where.

But there is still beauty in the chaos.

I toured some creek branches while working on fence yesterday(Hubby was working, I was taking pictures). The devastation from the ice storm and then the flood was quite depressing.

The beauty still showed through as I found places that had not been affected by the destruction. These are the places I must look and know the others will look like that when it is time.

The life of a farmer seems mysterious and magical. Chewing a hay straw, playing with animals, rocking on the front porch...right! The stock is chewing the quickly thinning hay, the animals demand care and surveillance and the front porch is rarely seen. You also have to love and respect the land, that part I can handle.

We must remember there are flowers

And the sun shines every day even when we cannot see it.