Writing

Even when I am alone, I seem to be writing in my head.  I'm not sure that I have anything overly prophetic to say, but words tumble into my brain. 

This is a safe place to document my thoughts, because I don't think that any of my family ever checks the blog.  And if they did, I doubt that they would be offended by any thoughts I might share.

Today I am thinking about the "procedure" that I had last week and the exhaustion that it has left me with.  I am thinking that any time anyone goes "under," it might leave them feeling tired for days to come.

And I am grateful for this beautiful place where God has planted us.  It is so peaceful and serene here.  I find myself not wanting to leave for a short trip to shop or a longer trip to visit or sight see. 

This morning our landscaper came and presented plans for a water feature and stepping stones to our herb garden.  I threw a slight monkey wrench into the plan when I asked about a raised bed for vegetables.  We shall see what becomes of this latest plan.

The picture depicts where we were about one year ago today.  Hard for me to believe that the house was completed, we moved in, and are totally unpacked and settled in just one short year from this point.

We have continued to add veggie scraps to our composter.   I am not sure if we are doing it right or not.  I haven't added any grass clippings or soil.  It seems that one is supposed to add those in.

I am off to have continuning education for Stephen Ministry training.  It is two hours for the training, then home to have the corned beef that I cooked this morning.