Instead, I sat out in my garden and saw how wild it had become in the two weeks that I wasn't feeling well. I sat there and didn't get up to fix anything either. Obediently sitting and listening to the quiet and the hum of bees -
I've fallen lin love with dahlias again, how can one little tuber produce such color and beauty?
Ahh, there in the background, was a pool that had become a pond...
Oh well, another day perhaps, I'll take care of that, maybe. In the meanwhile, I'll just wait and 'ponder' the color green. If I concentrate, do you think I can get some lilies to take root that will conjure up some frogs?
There were some things that I was able to finish. It is packed and off to Brazil. Gee, I sure hope she sends me some Jobim (hint, hint).