Spring?

Apparently I’m not the only one confused by this strange weather. There was evidence in my back yard that our resident black bear had awakened from his slumber and ventured out for a snack. He seemed to stumble over my previous attempt to construct a stone wall at the back of the property because some of the stones were scattered. Also, one of my ornamental concrete rabbits was tipped over, and it appeared he had taken a dip in the pond. Poor thing – I’m sure he was not a happy camper.
This morning I spotted two fat robins hopping through the front lawn looking and listening for worms or bugs beneath the surface. I don’t know about the habits of worms, but I imagine they have gone a little deeper to keep warm.
However, I did see some tulips about three inches above the ground in the front bed. Even if we have more snow, I’m sure they will be able to tolerate it and I can look forward to some color in the front lawn.
As confusing as it seems, we must remember that we haven’t even finished with February. March can be brutal around here, and I can even remember some very cold and strange Aprils.
I am reminded of the Easter when I took my five and two year old children on a train trip to visit my grandparents in West Virginia. We left Union Station on a beautiful sunny Sunday evening. The children were dressed in their very Springy Easter finery and when we arrived in Pittsburg early the next morning, there was 2 inches of snow on the ground. The first thing I had to do was buy sweaters for my children before we caught a bus to travel to West Virginia. So I’ve learned not to trust the calendar that much.
Don’t put away your boots, coats, gloves, and hats just yet. And rearrange your winter wardrobe for a little variety before pulling out the frilly frocks.
I will spend March and April dreaming about Spring and making plans for my gardens. With my new Wishing Well, I must re-design my front flower bed, with my son’s help of course. And if he is still willing, we will move Frog Town to the back yard and replace it with a concrete patio and extended front porch. That should keep us busy for a while.
In the meantime, I hope the black bear has returned to finish his nap and when he reawakens, Spring will have sprung and he can find sufficient vegetation without having to vandalize our bird feeders.

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Eighty is not so bad!

I am still mobile (somewhat); I still have my wits about me;  my general health is good, and I have wonderful memories.  But most important, I still have dreams and goals.

Although I dreaded this particular birthday, I was surprised to wake up this morning, feeling like the same person I’ve been all along.  I have a wonderful family and more friends than I can count.   My blessings are boundless.

My groundhog friend has promised that Spring will be here in a few weeks, and I can’t wait to get started on outdoor projects.  Now that I don’t have to build my own Wishing Well, getting that started will be one of my priorities.  Every time I go out the front door, I l look at the front flower bed and envision my new Wishing Well in the center.  My front lawn will be so spectacular – a real showcase!

While waiting for Spring to arrive, I will attack the indoor projects and resurrect my craft room and sewing room so that I can finally get on with all the projects that are making my head burst.  I finally feel motivated!

My new goal is 90, but I have so many things on my “bucket list”, I’m not sure that will be enough time.  There are family and friends to visit, quilts to make and photographs to organize, and on and on.

So look out, World, this dizzy dame is still on the loose!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let’s’ Talk About Depression

My view from the Hill has certainly changed in the past three years.

Depression is such a debilitating, mysterious, “depressing” disease! For years I have known many people – friends and family” who were said to suffer from depression. But ashamedly, I didn’t understand it and just shrugged it off. Now, I know better. It really does wipe you out.
Whenever I heard that someone didn’t want to get out of bed , I thought to myself, “they’re just lazy”. Now I know better. I have always been a very energetic person, eager to get up and get the day going. Now, most mornings, I just lie in bed and think about all the things I “should” be doing but don’t have the energy to do. When I finally drag myself out of bed and force myself to get dressed, I lack the energy, motivation, or desire to do anything else.
Fortunately, my primary care doctor had the wisdom to order some home health care for me to try to help me with the problems associated with Vertigo. The visits from the Physical Therapist and Occupational Therapist have been a real blessing. Not only have I learned some techniques for dealing with Vertigo, their visits pulled me out of my depression for a few hours each day.
My training as a Stephen Minister has enabled me to recognize my own symptoms and to deal more intelligently with them. I am truly blessed in that regard. I owe apologies to all who I shrugged off in the past. I realize now how real their feelings were.
As the dark cloud begins to lift, I am beginning to look forward to a future I had given up on. My dark journey began three years ago when my husband, my best friend and companion of nearly 50 years, died after a short illness. I suddenly realized he had been my rock, my anchor, my purpose for living and once I took care of the necessary duties surrounding a death, I felt there was nothing left for me. My family surrounded me with love but I began to feel smothered. It has been quite an adjustment on all sides, each of us trying to maintain our own identity while sharing our space and our lives with each other. But taking lessons from the three cats and one dog, we are learning.
Today I have decided to get myself re-organized, and back on track. I am determined to use the skills I learned from the Therapists and overcome as much of the Vertigo as possible and stop using it as a crutch. My advice to others suffering from depression is to take stock of your strengths and become more active. Look forward instead of backward!