Hi friends,
Well;
Last week I shared
THIS mess.
It about got the best of me but...
persistence pays off.
Sometimes you just gotta keep chipping away at things-
or pruning away I should say.
Pulling, hauling, and even grunting a little too.
I wound up with a huge load of vines to haul to the burn pile.
Tomato vines, dead clematis,
and the morning glories; ... well... -- I almost shudder at the
millions of seed that kept falling from their pods as I pulled those wretched
things off fence posts. Okay; maybe that sounds harsh... but seriously
give a morning glory an inch and ...
well...
you know the rest
of the story.
Last week I forgot to share with yall
about our newest family addition:
A friend on facebook shared a post with me about
a free donkey. I saved the pic to my phone
and later added her to my Hobo that night.
I didn't even respond to the ad right away thinking;
surely she was gone already.
But ... what if???
I kept thinking about it so finally private messaged the lady who ran the ad and
she gave me the number to her Aunt.
I phoned her and we talked quite a long time.
Her husband had passed away just three weeks earlier and this donkey was his.
The woman said she was 80 years old (same age as my Momma in heaven) and
told me she knew she couldn't care for "Ruth the donkey" through Winter.
As hard as it was; she had to find her a good home.
I really enjoyed visiting with her... and if you know me... you know how much
my AngelMother loved our donkeys. I don't know but ... it felt like something was just clicking
between this woman and myself??
Before we hung up, she told me we could have Ruth.
I was so excited and text Myguy right away about them.
Happily; he was in full favor of us getting another donkey.
(sigh)....I just love Myguy!
So that Sunday after church we drove to West Fork with our rusty, olde stock trailer in tow.
The woman... well; she did indeed remind me so much of my Momma.
That's her in the upper right hand corner of this little collage.
And this sweet donk is Ole Ruthie.
We put her in the corral when we got home and let Spirit, Violet and Gracie walk up and meet her.
It went really well...
So much so that it just seemed
meant to Be ....
I keep adding her in my journals.. lol
She's fun to watch and
is very sweet natured,
After turning her out into the big pasture;
at one point I looked out and didn't see her anywhere.
I think this was actually the next afternoon.
So I walked around the place and finally found her all alone in the woods.
I think I woke her up.
She refused the apple I carried, but did
come back up to the barn.
I told a friend of mine how she went off to the woods alone and how her owner had died
three weeks prior to this and she wondered if maybe she was grieving?
It does make you kinda wonder.
I believe we've become friends now.
I bought a bag of the same brand donkey treats my Momma used to get-
and Ruthie; ... she loves em.
We've wormed her and the farrier has us on his schedule
so soon she'll get her feet trimmed.
Myguy managed to get her halter off thee other day.
She'd worn it a long time and as you can see; it was wearin the hair off her nose.
She now thinks I have a treat when I walk in the pasture and I can
walk right up to her. She stays with her herd now too.
When she discovered the salt block I thought she was gonna eat the whole thing. lol
The girl likes things salty n sweet!!
Let's see; the next news to share is
I finished my last surgery to uncover thee ..
is it ... abutments? That's not how I thought my dentist was saying it
but I guess it is after looking it up.
This has been one long, lonnnnng ordeal. Years now.
It's really not anything I just "like" talking about BUT....
It just is.
And like it or not;
it's part of my story.
I remember when all this started being beside myself.
In hindsight I can now see a lot of good things that have come from it all.
Anyways, I can't remember how many bone grafts I've had now, 4?....and
a sinus lift surgery... and the other day; the last little surgery to uncover
all the screw thingys. (That's what I call them but really they're more like
little titanium screws that are hollow and go up into my new bone. Part of them are sticking out
and now I just gotta heal again.... before getting the final implants.
This waiting is definitely the hardest part.
I have stitches from one side to the other again,
but the day after didn't even need ibuprofin.
So that's pretty awesome.
I think this was the night of surgery.
Sacked out with Myguy on the couch.
I slept all day long- probably coz the night before I was pretty wired about it all.
I thank God so much for my wonderful husband and sons.
They have been so supportive and
rally around me. Their genuine love ...
is such a gift.
One learns alot through an experience like this.
You learn who your friends really are.
-Who you can trust... who you shouldn't.
And who you never ever would!
It's very eye opening on many levels.
At any rate... I'm just thankful.
I give thanks in all these crazy circumstances.
- Anyways; I'm chilling out and counting my blessings.
A day or two after this surgery;
I discovered these beautiful flowers on the front porch.
Our youngest son's fiance dropped them off for a pickmeup.
I feel so blessed.
They've brightened up the whole week.
And I find myself carting them from room to room. lol
- Depending what I'm doing. They've been in my little art porch alot!
Yesterday this was my share on Instagram.
My time in the word had brought the word
TRUTH; around again. It keeps popping up!!!
A friend commented on that Instagram photo and shared her time with the Lord
calling it her TRUTH Time.
And just prior to that I put Truth
on this picture created at Picmonkey.
While doing my devotional; I found myself reaching for a scrap of painted paper and
writing one of my favorite quotes about TRUTH on it.
Has your voice ever shook a little when
you've had to speak TRUTH to someone?
Mine sure has.
Anyways; it's kind of wild when a word keeps repeating itself isn't it?
Reaching for my Bando; I realized
how well the colors above matched.
Thought I'd share it here because some of you are "listers" as well.
Listers Gotta List has become something I enjoy doing so much. But not using my Bando
much I decided to try using it to keep my listing. In the past I've most often used a Midori
insert book but that gets kind of expensive over time. Love how Listing gives a creative outlet
for every day but sometimes I don't really feel like decorating all those pages; yet still enjoy
listing. So far the Bando is working out pretty well.
It has a front pocket to keep each month's list of prompts... and
there's quite a bit of room to jot down your answers.
Add a little washi and stickers and the pages get colorful pretty quick.
I like that I'll have just one book to house all the years listing.
I suppose if you had more you wanted to write you could always use tipins on the pages.
And not long ago I shared my tall dark n handsome Mr. Darcy
leather traveler's notebook here. (Is that a mouthful or what?)
He's worth it though.
Having a long standing journal and now planner book addiction;
you can imagine I have quite a few from over the years. Most of my planner books have been used for memory keeping
and looking through my stash of them I'm so glad I've kept them. Picking the old ones up; I can read
about the funny things our boys did when they were mischievous little things. Reading them brings
back so many wonderful memories. The good bad and all.
Mr. Darcy here is quite unlike any I've had. The leather is smooth and .. strong and he wraps around the inserts so well. They say the Darcy leather really takes life on... meaning they show their journeys. They get scratched, and marred and scarred... just like us!
He's become the place to document my whole
going gray journey.
I really think everything I've been going through with all these dental surgeries added in
is putting a whole new spin on things.
No wonder my one word this year is
Perspective.
Here's my first tabs
There's a lot more to going gray for me than
just hair.
It's mental, and emotional along with the
physical. Think I'll need more tabs.
Sometimes I wonder if it's really about hair at all?
And so begins the inside of my book.
One feather.
.... I can't even explain.
Maybe it's to take flight...
give wings...
to fly...
but...
I'm finding it starts at the beginning.
As far back as I can remember.
Before this day and
on this day.
Who knew?
Just ONE.
Going gray is
gaining perspective.
Seeing differently.
Inside
and outside.
It's soul seeing.
So tomorrow is another month of ditching the Clairol Nutmeg dye.
This is two months of grey growth
...as well as the mouthful of stitches you can't see.
This mop has grown quite a bit and I can almost
get it all in a little pony tail.
While I know it's not gonna be easy; so far
I love the new sparkles.
This card Be you, was recently in the planners society kit.
It's staying right here in the back of Mr. Darcy as a reminder.
Be YOU!!
Well that's the lastest at the Potting shed.
Thank you for stoppin by and spending your precious time with me.
Yall mean so much to me.
Until we meet again....
xoxo
