I am retired after a career in electronics and in publishing. Today, my wife of 50+ years, Sylvia, and I live in a house on a hill beside a dirt road in rural west Michigan. We enjoy living in this country environment where livestock and wild life out number the human population.
They used to tell me that life is simple. Being simple, I believed them.
Then I discovered that life isn’t that simple. Maybe there are 11 kinds of people, those who understand binary, those who don’t and those who aren’t sure. Add another category and we can have 100 kinds of people. Is that really simple? Seems complex to me.
Yes, life is complex. It is also in constant motion.
You get started in a career, get married, have children. Responsibilities not only accumulate, they also multiply. This phenomenon intensifies with time.
Warning: Don’t stare too long at that graphic. It can mess with your mind, and will if you let it.
These days it only takes a good night’s sleep to make me happy. (Okay I choose to be happy regardless of circumstances.)
When I was young, life was easy, But with age the slope grew greasy, Now at this age I do not care, My home’s not here, it’s over there.
We’ve called the garden area along our foundation wall Granny’s Garden since Briana (granddaughter) gave Sylvia a sign with “Granny’s Garden” on it. Time and weather have destroyed the sign. The name remains.
This year, Bryant and Barbara came the Saturday before Mother’s Day and cleaned out that area, putting down fresh mulch. They also gave her a gift certificate to Flower Land and a beautiful handmade card. (Handmade cards are a tradition in Barbara’s family, and they do a terrific job each time.)
I went out this morning to check on the plants.
In addition to her new flowers, you can see a rose, giant garlic, mint and hollyhocks. (Yes, we enjoy fresh garlic–a lot!)
The mica is from Sylvia’s father. When we see it we think of him.
Holly and peony grow in the end corners. Barbara trimmed the holly bushes so they look great.
Who take me from my nice warm cot?
And sit me on the ice-cold pot?
Who made me pee when I could not?
Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms in cyber land. Especially to the mother of our two sons and the mother of our fabulous granddaughter. All the best of everything with extra scoops of love on top and underneath.