THROUGH MY WINDOWS

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, and rapture on the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less but nature more. (Lord Byron) Nature The Cuteness of it The peacefulness So Colorful Good-bye May, Hello June! 💗

Benjamin Franklin daffodil A great book to read Hi there, I have been on Little Deer Isle for about a month now. Mom has been going through a rough spell. When I arrived back here she was suffering from an open wound on her leg and extreme shortness of breath. A trip to the doctor with blood work and xrays ordered determined that she had severe edema and anemia. Besides all that her mobility had deteriorated in the 2 and a half months I had been home in Bethlehem. She could no longer sleep in her bed and was sleeping in her recliner in the living room.  So, her doctor put her into an unna? boot and she has had to visit him weekly to get the bandage changed. She has been put on strong edema meds and ferrous sulfage tablets. I have her on a strict diet also. I'm happy to say that she is now starting to feel much better, her breathing has improved and she is finally back to using her walker. I couldn't be happier and hope that her progress continues. On

What better place to get lost in one's own head then when you are walking through the woods, sitting in a rocking boat gazing out at the vast ocean or looking up up into the sky watching the clouds moving along. We have had a couple of lovely days on the Island when it's been lovely to sit out on the deck and to get lost in the peacefulness of nature. Nothing is happening but everything is happening. Inside the house Mom is sleeping. Outside the birds are singing, the sun is shining, the ocean is moving, the gulls are mewing, the trees are budding, there's a warmish (after all, it's Spring in Maine) breeze making a lovely sound through the trees behind the house. All my concerns are vacated from my mind and I just praise God for the peacefulness of it all.  We are not to the tulip stage yet but I can dream. We do have  birds gathering nest materials. The bleeding hearts remind me that Mother's day is on Sunday and I haven't a card yet to give to Mom, let