July first today, it's been a while since I posted

In reading back some to the posts I did, I wonder if I had some sort of premonition.  Probably not, probably just sad that summer was over.....but here it is summer again.  Can't remember what I couldn't remember before, I guess I never will according to my regular doc.
.....But I've gotten so much stronger again and take great pleasure in doing the yard work...the house work not so much.  I have a wonderful vegetable garden.  My tomatoes are huge and shaped well.  The peas are sweet and good, sunflowers are coming along, the herbs are growing well, the grapes are finally growing like they should again but I have to water them every other day.  I also have my second harvest of green beans and some little pumpkins called jack be nimble.   Lots and lots of flowers too in containers and in the ground.  I have a new tea garden that I love to go drink my teas and read my books.  Since Mother Nature stopped giving me my monthly gift, I buy my own and for the month of July I got a baby angel for my tea garden.  It's really sweet and a little remembrance.  Here are a few pictures.

Still amazed

and shocked...to say the least, that I have lost all of November and part of December and the end of October. I can't seem to get over the sadness of it. I'm doing good though, my muscles are coming back strong and my memory is clear except for the above mentioned part. I know it is because of mega doses of pain killers and Versed and that's why I can't remember but I keep trying I know the memories must be here somewhere. It was such a nice Fall before. I had started four college classes, I had joined a knit along and had purchased such pretty yarn. My daughter sat with me everyday. Can you imagine, I feel so bad about that, it must have been very hard to do. I was expected to die but of course I didn't. She came everyday to the Rehab/Nursing Home and then came every day to my home to wash clothes, make meals, clean the house, take care of the cats, and raise my spirits. Now I have been discharged from Home Health and Jenny doesn't come every day anymore. I sure miss her. I'm glad she's getting on with her life. She's looking for a job and has parties to go to. I am doing the chores she used to do. I am gaining more strength everyday but going outside is still a little scary because of the ice and snow. Dan and his friend put up railings to the basement so now I can go down there and do the wash. Dan shoveled the snow, I can't do that yet, still too much work. My grandchildren were here all day while their Dad worked. They are so sweet.

Flowers

This was how the potted plant in front of Michaels looked today. Isn't it pretty.
There are Mums, and a Jeruselem Cherry and in the middle is either a black Coleus or an Ornamental Cabbage, not sure which. I looked around Micheals for a while and they had some very nice things. A lot of crafts this year for kids too. I got about eight or ten skeins of Sugar and Cream cotton yarn for a Knit Along that I have joined. The yarn should last through December.

Autumnal Equinox will be here very soon

Summer is almost gone, the leaves have started turning and some are falling.
The Cicadas and Crickets are calling day and night now.
Already it is dark at 730, and even though it is not so the days seems to shorten by half hour each day.
Days are hot but nights are cold.
The bees and wasps are busier than usual.
I haven't seen any red winged blackbirds or robins for a while so they must be thinning out and leaving.
The Canadian Geese in the train yard are circling preparing for a long flight.
The smell of burning wood and leaves is in the air most evenings.
This is my saddest time of the year.

My Blue Period

I guess I am having what I fondly call my Blue Period.
I just recover from one kick in the old breadbox and another follows rapidly on its heels.
Summer is already dying as I can see the end leaves already losing color and falling.
Yesterday I saw a flock of red winged blackbirds headed south.
Today is Kiddy Carnival day, a day which signifies the end of the parkies at the city parks.
The last day of swimming is only 9 days away.
The Perseids are tonight.
I'd like to fly away too.

Goodbye to you
My trusted friend
We've known each other since we were nine or ten
Together we've climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and A-B-C's
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.

Goodbye
My friend
It's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky;
Now that the spring is in the air
Pretty girls are ev'rywhere
Think of me and I'll be there.

We had joy
We had fun
We had seasons in the sun;
But the hills that we climbed
Were just seasons out of time.

Goodbye
Papa
Please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family;
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I got along.

Goodbye Papa
It's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky;
Now that the spring is in the air
Little children ev'rywhere
When you'll see them
I'll be there.

We had joy
We had fun
We had seasons in the sun;
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone.

Goodbye
Michelle
My little one
You gave me love and helped me find the sun;
And ev'ry time that I was down
You would always come around
And get my feet back on the ground.

Goodbye Michelle
It's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky;
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers ev'rywhere;
I wish that we could both be there.

We had lives
We had fun
We had seasons in the sun;
But the stars we could reach
Were just star-fish on the beach.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning
they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas