All Things Nice ...

 

I think of grandma's garden,

And the peace that always lay,

Upon the little cloistered yard,

All through the summer day,

The bleeding hearts beside the door,

The dressed that petunias wore.

She had a yellow climbing rose,

That grew serene and tall,

Hugging its own particular niche,

Set in the garden wall,

Like valiant soldiers holding on,

Against the inroads of the lawn.

Verbenas had their own small patch,

And in their loving way,

Wrought miracles of seed and flower,

To bless the summer day,

A rose of Sharon's stately grace,

Shed glory all about the place.

But bleeding hearts had something more,

Than other flowers knew,

As if the hand of sorrow came,

And touched them as they grew,

Making them kin to humankind,

Attuned to grief of heart and mind.

So when I see them on a steam

I always want to comfort them.

~Edna Jaques, Bleeding Hearts

Fireside Poems, 1950

 

Bleeding Hearts have always held a special place in my heart. I had a beautiful bush of them in the UK. My next door neighbor had a huge bush of them here in Nova Scotia.  Last summer she gave me a portion of her bush to plant in my garden. I really hope that it comes back. They are so pretty.

 

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This is not a week that I would care ever to repeat.  That all of us would come down with Covid at the same time. The irony of it is that the very person we have been trying to protect from getting Covid over the past few years is the person who passed it on to us! You just have to laugh. My father is a social butterfly and . . .  well, I suppose it was only a matter of time.

Thankfully we are all on the mend.  In fact my father is going to meet his friend Hazel for Breakfast at the Green Elephant this morning. My sister tested him yesterday and it was negative.  So I wish him well.  At least they will not be in the car together and will be sitting across the table from each other.  I am surprised that Hazel did not get it as well actually, as they do sit together sometimes at the mall.

Dan was back to work yesterday, and Cindy is doing well. She is on the Paxlovid now also, so we are both taking it. My brother told me not to take it, but the druggist in town seems to think I will be okay on it. I have had to adjust my other meds.  I will take whatever will make me better.

My nose is sore from the blowing and rubbing, and my sides are sore from the coughing, but this morning is the first morning I have felt half human. I may even get dressed today!

 

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My sister has been such a great support through all of this.  She was feeling poorly Monday and Tuesday, so I was able to do for her those two days, but then I came down with it.  Thankfully by then she had started to feel a bit better. She has been over to scoop the litter box twice now, and make sure I have what I need. Yesterday she picked up my meds and then brought me over some supper.  

I so wish that I could do more for her.  Maybe when we are all back to the norm I will get her a spa day or something. If anyone deserves one, she does.

 

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There are many out there who think that Covid is finished or that it has just been a hoax.  It is far from finished.  The nurse who called me on Thursday with the results of my bone scan gave me the information on how to and where to report it.  I had to wonder how many people are not reporting it when they get it. We would not have reported ours had the nurse not told me about it.  And I am sure thousands of cases are not being reported because people simply don't know how or where to do it.   We have all reported ours.

This is not something you want to get, or something you want to give to anyone else. I am on the turn now, but for a few days I felt very poorly.  It was not like a bad cold.  It was worse than a bad cold.  I had the headache to end all headaches. I had fever and chills. Cold sweats, etc.  And felt exhausted. I am still coughing and blowing my nose, but I have turned a corner for sure.  Last night was the first night I slept all the way through and didn't get up even once.

I looked over the other night and this is what greeted me on my dining room table.  Nutmeg grooming himself, and Cinnamon laying down behind.  I just had to laugh. At least I am not alone.

I finished my blanket.  So am now working on a new one. I really like the way this one turned out. Its just nice to be able to keep my hands busy. 

They came yesterday to fix my heat pump, but I couldn't let them in because of Covid.  Hopefully they will come again.  I will have to jiggity their memory when I am in the all clear.

I don't really have a lot else to say this morning. I haven't been doing anything this week, except cough and blow.  I am on the upward now though, so next week things should pretty much be back to normal.  

I will leave you with a thought for the day now  . . . 

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 ˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ ｜ 田田 ｜門 ★

*There are always flowers

for those who want to see them.

~Henri Matisse•。★★ 。* 。

I haven't been cooking so I don't really have anything new to share, but I thought I would share this Italian Lemon Cream Cake with you this morning. Its delicious and very spring-like!

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. Stay happy. Stay safe. Stay blessed.  Don't forget! 

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And I do too!