I told you that there would be some beautiful tulips this week!
One of Middle Daughter’s friends told her this week that her “ex” asked her what her favorite flower was. She told him, “Anything but tulips. I hate tulips!” So he proceeded to plant hundreds of tulip bulbs in her back yard. They come up every year, and it drives her crazy. What would you do with a man like that??? But then, how could anyone not like tulips??? To each his own, I guess! I love tulips and if I was mad at Certain Man and he planted hundreds of tulip bulbs in my back yard, it would certainly be grounds for making up!
This old barrel has been a source of great enjoyment for me. It has such endless possibilities and the rustic condition of the barrel only sets off whatever I plant in it. It has been a few years since I had tulips in it, but sometime between the snow and the Knee Replacement, I went out and threw some of my bulbs into this old whiskey half barrel and, once again, I am not disappointed.
These tulips were planted in that whiskey half barrel a few years ago. I transplanted to the north east side of our barbecue pit, and they have multiplied and flourished. I think it is the sun off the bricks that make it such a great place to grow them, and they seem to be doing their utmost to please me.
Just in case you haven’t heard it from any of the other Delaware Xanga Girls, we are having a heat wave. 2010 is the year for setting records — first for the amount of snowfall, and now for Heat. It is in the eighties today. I refuse to turn on AC this early in the year! Certain Man might overrule, though. He’s been working so hard because we are getting chickens tomorrow. He took today off because I needed someone to drive me to Physical Therapy. And it was right at an inconvenient time. I wish I could drive myself, but it isn’t feasible right now. I am still not able to move my leg laterally very well, and since it is my driving leg, I have to listen to the powers that be. I think I kinda overdid it this week — my therapist tells me that I am on my leg too much and that I should probably be using my cane when I am out and about. Mornings are best, but by noon, all I want to do is sit on my chair and prop it up. This week is four weeks, and I thought it would be considerably better by now — but the therapist told me today that when they need to build up bone, there is quite a bit more healing that needs to be done, and also, since my joint was off center, there was a specific kind of fixing that needed to be done there – so she encouraged me to not be discouraged, but to maybe not be on it so much.
The big news is that I am done with coumadin!!! No more blood tests, and I can take ibuprofen!!! This is a significant corner to turn, and it makes me a whole lot more optimistic. The outdoors is calling my soul with all its persuasive power, and there is so much I want to do. But it can go on without me, and maybe someday I will catch up!
Counting my blessings, here, dear friends, and the minutest percentage is mind boggling. How very great is our God!