New Week
This is a Tuesday that feels like a Monday. We have had enough rain for awhile. One inch in two days with just enough hail that some of the Hosta leaves have pock marks.
I put on old shoes and began pulling out the green stuff that I don’t want to give a home to. It sure did pull easily. Lo and behold I found several small Hosta that were hiding. I hope they will continue to grow in size and were just late to the spring.
Today was Dennis’ first outing of 2022. When he told me what he wanted to do, I gave him no argument. With his wooden shoe on and with the left foot well cushioned, Dennis set off to mow what neighbor Jan had not mowed last Friday. Dennis has been mowing Edna’s yard for years. At 94 years young, she has no family in St. James and lives independently. She looks forward to coming out and visiting with Dennis. She always offers to pay and Dennis just smiles and makes small talk. I know it did Dennis a world of good to be doing . . . something. I have seen that there is no stress on the incision site when I have dressed the foot. After an hour of activity, Dennis is in his rocking chair in the patio porch, content. Perfect.
We both put in a little local effort and tomorrow is another day.