I am a little behind in my blog because I went home to visit my folks over the weekend. My Dad has been in a nursing home for two years and my Mom is able to stay in their original home by herself. My brother John and I return home as often as possible to “check” up on Mom’s needs etc. and of course to visit with Dad. This August they will be married 66 years! Isn’t that GREAT? What a blessing and what a testimony once again showing how they earned the name “The Greatest Generation”. Amen!
This picture was taken several years ago since it was taken in their home. That is my remaining brother John next to me. My oldest brother David passed away two years ago suddenly leaving my parents devistated. You are NEVER too old to be devistated by the death of one of your children.
I am my Dad’s little girl……. I was the ONLY girl born to all the various family members so needless to say I was totally spoiled!!! Nothing wrong with that right? My Dad is proudly wearing his WW2 – 101st Airborne Scraming Eagles hat that I bought him for his birthday. And on his chest is the original 463rd Paratrooper Infantry Artillary patch that he saved all these years. He jumped out of planes with small cannons and he totally took out a German tank at the Battle of the Bulge in Belgium. He has and always will be my biggest hero.
So I spent the weekend with my folks, helping Mom with things around the house (that we take for granted how “easy” it is to get something down from way up high, or just to go down cellar stairs to do laundry) and spent the afternoon sitting with Dad. He has a bad infection on his foot, and he has very little circulation so it is something that I am praying about daily that it will heal quickly.
Came home on Sunday afternoon and finished up my moebius shawl:
and started my moebius basket. This will be felted when it is all done. I consider this a practice piece because there are lots of mistakes and holes (that will hide when it is felted). There will be lots of wool left over to make another.
(Ew, my window is so dirty!)
My husband got home from church and we decided to go do a letterbox before it started to rain. For details about our adventure you can read our entry in our letterboxing at pookahclan.blogspot.com. I love finding spring plants in the woods that we explore in and I was rewarded with skunk cabbage and Indian paint brushes.
This is a skunk cabbage. It has a name like that for a reason……. it stinks when it is touched or disturbed! They mostly live in creek beds that are semi dried up. There were hundreds where the letterbox was.
Sorry for the blurry picture – these are the starting buds of the Indian Paint Brush flower.
Spring is my favorite season because it represents new life. I love finding new life in nature…… it looks dead all winter long and then come spring it starts to come alive. Much like how I feel during winter. I am just now feeling like I am coming alive again!