Something new


IMG_0234Posted to Nature Notes from my iPad.

The title of this post doesn’t refer to me, or my body, which is not new, but to the reawakening of life around me.  These days, I can sit in my garden and watch the plants emerge from the ground.  While I have thoughts of “getting out and doing something new” I also think Why?

Why rush off somewhere when I can sit here and enjoy the beauty.  Why indeed. And if I need a bit of exercise, I can walk up the block and look at my neighbors’ yards, one filled with tulips, another with emerging perennials.  Last week it was Corner Kathy’s Camilla, this week, it’s Cathy F’s flowering Crabapple and Mel’s tulips.  Next week it will be Sue’s dogwood. The Tulip Magnolias with their big floppy pink petals have come and gone, but the two-toned flowering Crabapple is beautiful.  In fact, I think it’s the most beautiful of the spring-flowering trees. You can read more about them here:


My GP is an old hen, but I have to say this “iron deficiency anemia” has taken the wind out of my sails.  If that’s what it is.  So far the doc has sent me to an oncologist who ran tests for months for CML (chronic myelogenous leukemia) and eventually released me.  Next the lab reported I had low potassium, so the doc prescribed potassium.  Next he said I had low salt. Then it was too much water in my blood and the doc told me to drink less water.  The latest tests show none of the above but now he thinks I have low iron and am anemic.  So once more, this week I see another specialist. Yesterday, I said to David, “No wonder Medicare is going broke.” The truth of course is that the clock runs out and we die.  Like Miss Marple said, “I’ve had my four score and ten.”


I’m not throwing in the towel yet.  I’m leaving shortly to drag myself to the gym for water aerobics. Should I make it through an hour of exercise,  I will be back later today to visit my blog world friends.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly


Over 70 years ago, my father wrote information about his family in my baby book.  My Mom did the same.  Her sentence was quite simple…”All four of Dianne’s great grandparents on her mom’s side immigrated from the Netherlands.” Dad laid … Continue reading