Saturday, the last day of June. July begins tomorrow. It’s the 26th day of summer and the 19th day since my right knee replacement.
I began writing a post Wednesday morning and never finished writing. I re-read what I wrote this morning and decided it’s easier to re-start from scratch rather than try to re-phrase what I had already written. Delete.
When I began blogging in the summer of 2010, every post began with the number of the day of summer break and a title. Hardly anyone read those posts, but I kept going and writing.
Yesterday, I read a post from Susie at Susie Lindau’s Wild Ride. I’ve been following Susie’s blog for a while and I always enjoy what she has to share. It made me re-think why I blog and what I get out of it.
Since, I my writing has improved and I’ve gained confidence as a writer. Practice helps. There have been some good posts and some not so good posts.
This summer has been a journey, much like that first summer. I had total knee replacement surgery almost three weeks ago. I am walking without pain and though I am still sore, I am getting stronger every day. Before the surgery, I had no idea what to expect and I was a little anxious. I’ve been diligent about my rehabilitation and am re-learning how to walk. Because my knees have been so bad for so long, I’d developed a way to compensate for the knee pain. With one good knee, the old way to walk has to go the way of the old knee. After the surgery, I am already looking ahead to TKR#2 – the left knee.
This morning Ivy and I enjoyed sitting outside. I sipped my coffee and Ivy alertly surveyed the yard. It was an unseasonably warm humid morning, but there was a gentle breeze to move the air. Ivy and I enjoyed being out of doors. The leaves gently rustled in the breeze, birds chirped, and I looked up to see a momma cardinal and a poppa cardinal partaking from the bird feeder. I frequently see robins and other birds and I can hear the cardinals with their distinctive call, but rarely do I see them so close. I am not a birder, but I am interested and curious. This summer I began reading a book Where the Poppies Grow by British author John Lewis-Stempel. I discovered the book while reading post on Margaret’s blog, From Pyrenees to Pennines in April and ordered the book. I saved the book for my summer convalescence. It’s the story of English soldiers and their interest in nature as they served along the Western Front in the Great War. The first several chapters describe the soldier’s birding habits. Lewis-Stempel uses excerpts from soldier’s journals and it’s quite interesting to read the descriptions of their observations of the birds, nests, and eggs. They certainly knew their birds.
Earlier this week we had storms and rain roll through. We had thunder, lightning, a little wind, and lots of rain. The county south of us had a couple of tornados. Mostly wind damage and no injuries reported. I am reminded how fortunate we are when I got an e-mail from a scouting friend who is working with Philmont Scout Ranch to re-schedule all of the scouting treks this summer due to the wildfires that have ravaged northern New Mexico. We are fortunate to have only rain and mosquitoes.
This week, I have been outside patrolling the garden and looking for summer blossoms. My wife loves to garden. The yard is always full of color and yard work. The garden always has weeds to pull, plants to move and replant, and time to gaze and enjoy.
As I walked the garden this week, I discovered the day lilies and zinnias. This summer’s peonies were beautiful, but they have finished blooming for the season. Monday evening, I clipped the spent buds for the summer. I wanted to pass on some color and plant seeds of positivity. Enjoy.
It’s Saturday morning and I more mobile than before summer began, though I have a way to go before I am one hundred percent.
Summer is here and the weather has turned warm and humid, so it’s best to lay low and slow today. So, I had better slowly jump up, jump in and seize the day; it’s the I move these days. Making the Days Count, one day at a time, one step forward at a time.
What is blossoming in your world today.