THERE ARE NO STRANGERS HERE
Hello bloggy friends. I hope you are all well and happy out there in the world. It’s beautiful here in Maine on Little Deer Isle. The LUPINES are everywhere as are the LILACS. They all just grow wild and free wherever they are allowed. Windows and doors are open, cottages are being opened up for the Summer, boats are launched, and the lobster fishermen have set out their traps. What a lovely time of year.
On Memorial Day my dear mother changed her earthly address for a heavenly one. Last week she suffered a massive stroke on Thursday. A day that will be etched in my memory forever. And, I will miss her, I DO miss her. She was a dear sweet woman with a core of iron…under a veneer of fragility. And, like this last red rose that my brother gave her, she could not live forever here on earth but she is certainly blooming in Paradise with her beloved husband and other loved ones. Her favorite Psalm was 100. And her favorite hymn was IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL. ❤️
She was 94 years old.
The visits and activities going on outside my kitchen window continue to entertain me and keep me grounded as I adjust to living the next chapter of my life without my mother in it. I find solace looking out this small window over the sink…it connects me with her because it was for her benefit that I started feeding the birds in the first place. She was thrilled when deer, foxes, turkeys, ducks and even porcupines visited in her side yard. She would report to me what was going on as she propelled her walker around the kitchen fixing herself a cup of tea.
She loved animals
Today I look forward to having lunch with a close friend. Its flat calm on the the ocean. Not a ripple to be seen from my window. I have a to do list in my mind but for today I will just go with the flow. This ole house is not happy without Mom. Already the complaints have begun…gas leak in the dryer, no hot water, septic issues, and the kitchen faucet is leaking like crazy. I kid you not.
As always, I wish you all a great day out there and thanks for stopping by…
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