This morning I took my camera as I thought I might see the Painted Bunting. I didn't but this is Foxglove out in the Meadow.
Laura's friends at work gave her a white Wisteria when Pop passed. One year later it has blooms. Pop is remembered with joy and a sweet scent.
Galla Meadow is lush. All the rain is made this a green wonderland.
I saw several Scissortails on the fence hunting flies.
Johnny and June wanted the carrot treat but I forgot to grab them.
I mowed yesterday for hours. It is such a huge chore. I'm not good at getting close to stuff and I do not like moving over roots above the ground. My yard looks sloppy. Pop would not be pleased.
I hurt my knee dragging this old wheel barrel out of the dump and then dragging it to the yard. I should have used the Mule to haul it. It's been a month and my knee is still hurting daily and sometimes during the night. I may still go to the Doctor. I just don't want surgery. Doctors that make their biggest money doing surgery want you to choose that course. I am too old for knee surgery and I don't ever want knee replacement. If I am in a wheel chair, I'll go that route, but never until the last resort.
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