Come Walk With Me

Come walk with me in the garden. Most of the flowers are blooming for the last time and we don't want to miss the show.

My New Dawn climbing rose usually only blooms once but she is offering a few last blooms.

The red Saliva is doing better than it has all summer. The little hummers love to come visit this flower.

This is Betty Boop. Isn't she stunning. I planted her in memory of my mother-in-law who was a Betty.

Asters are always a favorite of mine. They last so well and the purple just pops in the garden.

Crepe Myrtle is sure to catch your eye.

The variegated Liriope just keeps blooming and needs no care.

And last is Hot Cocoa. Certainly an appropriate choice for the fall days ahead.





I am off to the lake to see my surgeon. This should be my last visit. I had hoped by this time I would not limping but my leg is not getting stronger as fast as I had hoped. However, I feel blessed that I am walking with no cane.

Why Is It?

Could someone tell me why you have to peel this many apples to get this small bowl of apple suauce.

And why I would even do it since I can just go to the store and buy it in a jar.

Well, I have to confess it is pretty yummy.

My Motorcycle Man

This is my hubby astride one of his prized possessions. For those of you who are into motorcycles it is a 1981 Honda Goldwing 1100. He bought it new in 1981 and we used to ride on weekends with a group of friends. We would go to Pella, Iowa to the Tulip Festival and out to Colorado to the Garden of the Gods. One summer we toured on it for 19 days. We left Kansas City, went through the Dakotas, Montana to visit my family, then in to Seattle to see my mother, down the coast of Cal. on Highway 101. While we were on 101 we had a forest fire creeping right up to the highway. We didn't know it was in back and in front of us. By the time we arrived in Cambria, CA where my hubby's Mom lived they had closed the road both in back and in front of us. In retrospective I am sure we should have not been riding.

Life changed like all lives do and we weren't riding much. So he put the bike in a warehouse to keep it protected and safe. Time flies and it remained in storage for 12 years. Last October he brought it home and spent the winter completely rebuilding his bike.

He now rides it every day when the weather permits. He says before we are too old he wants to take another tour. I wasn't sure I would be able to do it since I hurt my hip. But on Saturday I decided to give it a try. Fortunately, with little effort, I was able to swing my leg over the seat. We rode to Lawrence, Ks., had lunch at a small Mexican restaurant, and returned home.

It was a beautiful sunny day in the 80's with just a light breeze. I do love to ride. To me it the closest you can come to riding a horse. You can see everything, smell the sweet fragrance of golden rod and other flowers (and some not so pleasant odors),and feel the sun on your back and shoulders. I think hubby is right. We do need to make one last trip to somewhere.

Cinnamon Toast

Toast was not a childhood memory for me as I grew up on a ranch in Montana where we had no electricity. So hot baking powder biscuits was the breakfast bread on our table.

But, for some reason, I woke up this morning craving cinnamon toast. Now I haven't had cinnamon toast since my children were small. But I do remember that they always thought it was such a special treat.



So I unveiled the toaster, softened some REAL butter, set out the sugar and cinnamon.

What a sweet treat it was along with some strong, black coffee.

I think we sometimes forget what small things can bring us joy and sweet memories.

How long since you have had cinnamon toast?

Bells

It is a grey, rainy day here in the mid west. So I decided to make a pot of ham and beans. They smell so yummy simmering away on the stove. Later I will stir up some cornbread and bake it in a cast iron skillet.

I went to the Dr. last week and had wonderful news. My fracture is healed and I was able to throw away that blasted walker. Most of the muscles in my leg are weak and I tire easily but I am able to walk without a cane and can drive.



I had to put many things in my life on hold while I was healing and one of these was taking bell lessons with one of my granddaughter. In order for a young person to take lessons they had to have an adult with them. I thought this was something we could do together that we both would enjoy. This photo is the last day of bell lessons.

Although I couldn't play because

because I couldn't stand I continued to go to lessons and listen and learn. Just look at the concentration on her face in this photo.

She was so proud of learning to play the bells.

My granddaughter was the only young person learning to play. As you can see the rest of the group was of my generation.

It's always fun to try new things no matter what your age. I hope this experience will encourage my granddaughter to join our church bell choir.

Hope each of you is having a fun filled week.