The weeks all blend together now as time goes on...have been home for over two months now with Julie! Her sunflower has ONE last bud waiting to blossom. We're so used to it being around now that I actually forgot to take many photos of it this week...here's one in the evening! We're getting more hospice help now, so every day except Sunday we have a nurse or an aide come in for at least an hour...a big help. I had thought that Julie had no poems to share this week, but earlier today while watching the big pine being trimmed she recited part of a poem about trees...quite appropriate! In unwanted events of the week, I actually hit a dog on one of my brief "outings" from the house...it was horrible, but the dog was thankfully o.k. I was driving through downtown Forestville when a medium sized dog dashed out into traffic - and directly in front of my Beetle! My heart dropped when I heard the thud of contact - I hit her with the right front end of my car. Cars came to a stop and I got out and saw the dog bound up and run off - I ran after her and she came back to me, during which time a man came running out of a nearby building and identified himself as the neighbor of the dog, named Lola. We examined Lola and he said he thought she was fine - I said I thought she should be taken to the vet and checked for internal injuries, and he said he'd keep her in his care until his neighbor returned. It was awful! But I was so grateful it wasn't worse. Of course, that was how I spent my "outing" - so a break it was NOT!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my nephew Anthony this week!
Shown here with his beloved companion, Sparky!
Toby's expectant expression!
My contribution to the big pine tree trimming event was to pick up a rake solely for this photo op!
Beautiful Still Jack
Hopping up to the kitchen!
Cute fawns and Mama videos...we see this trio often!
Julie's Poem of the Week - inspired by the trimming of the pine tree!
TREES
by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
THINK that I shall never see- A poem lovely as a tree.
- A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
- Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
- A tree that looks at God all day,
- And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
- A tree that may in Summer wear
- A nest of robins in her hair;
- Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
- Who intimately lives with rain.
- Poems are made by fools like me,
- But only God can make a tree.
