Contentedness in Seattle

I returned Wednesday night from a very nice vacation at Heidi's in Seattle. I was last there in July and so there had been some changes: Brian had passed away, and so that was sad not having him greet me and lie by my feet while watching TV. Corinne was now carrying on conversations and was very fun to play with in the toy room as well as other parts of the house and the back yard, and there was new furniture in the living room and a flowering cherry tree in the front yard. Oh, and there is a new puppy – Lucy. She is a beautiful red Golden Retriever and is nearly six months old. She is learning some commands such as "sit," and "park it." But being a puppy, she still likes to chew, bark, and run around. Corinne is in love with her and visa versa.

 Marshall making a pizza.

 Corinne bringing me the tray of Christmas cookies.

Corinne (wearing her purple tutu over her slacks), waiting for the microwave to complete cooking my egg. She was so cute with all of these appliances —mixer, toaster, coffee maker, and oven. She and Marshall have wooden donuts with various icings; wooden pizza wedges with pepperoni, mushrooms, and peppers that can be added or removed; a wooden waffle iron with waffle sections and strawberries, chocolate chips, butter, and syrup that can be added. They have a half dozen wooden eggs—3 white, 3 brown. It was so much fun for me to play house with them.

Here you see some of the waffles, eggs, toast with butter, donut with sprinkles, a plate with a fork and knife, and a glass of juice. Corinne did a great job bringing these food items to Grandma and then sitting with me to pretend eating them. With each bite we would say, "Mmm. This is yummy!"

This is Lucy, a sweet red Golden Retriever. We were at the bus stop waiting for Marshall when this photo was taken.

I loved meeting Marshall at the bus drop off after school and walking around their beautiful neighborhood where the flowers were abundant. I also loved going to his soccer game on Saturday. He played several positions.

After the soccer game, we went to their area market where the grocery store was having a "Grand Opening" celebration. There was a big jump house for kids, and inside the store they were spray painting "tattoos" on kid's arms and/or cheeks, cupcakes to decorate, and employees helping children plant a blooming petunia in a small pot. Marshall got two tattoos (they wash off).

The day before Mother's Day, Heidi treated me to the movie, "Mother's Day." It was being shown in a very nice theater where the seats were reserved and were actually recliners! How comfortable. This was new for me. The show was cute and we enjoyed it.

Sunday, Mother's Day, I heard from Hans and his kids, and got a nice card from Heidi and one from Marshall and Corinne. In the morning, we went to the Top Pot Doughnuts shop, and had the big decision of which ones to buy. Later in the day the family went to dinner at a Greek restaurant where the food was delicious. Such a nice time.

Corinne and I had plenty of time to play "house," while Marshall was in school. She and Marshall have a very nice toy room and their kitchen set-up is amazing. Marshall has a cash register there, too, so one night we played grocery store. Corinne and I did the shopping - putting play food in the grocery cart, and Marshall was the cashier - sliding our items over the barcode reader or placing the items on a scale to be weighed. His pretend money looked real. I thought this was a lot of fun!

Corinne reading Elmo book while Lucy watches

Corinne sporting Grandma's shoes.

Marshall and Corinne posing with Target's Bullseye

Marshall enjoying a chocolate shake at Red Robin

Off and on during my time there, Heidi and I watched some cooking shows on TV. Chad did some cooking out on the grill, and all of us watched the movie, "Annie."  The time spent at their house went by so fast, and now I am missing them - especially playing house with Corinne and store with her and Marshall. Oh, and hearing Marshall read to me. It was a special time.

The sun setting on Puget Sound

Saturday I had the most enjoyable time with my three grandkids: Aurelia, Felix and Leo. Peder had asked me to come to stay with them for a couple of hours while he went to an appointment.

After chatting with them for awhile, I gave them 15 minutes to complete what they were doing on their screens (iPad plus two other devices). When time was up, I had no push back and then asked them to get their jackets on so we could go for a walk. This was an idea that popped into my head as I drove up to their home – trees abloom in many yards and on the boulevards.

We started out by stopping at each house to look at what was blooming and to point out any interesting aspects of the house. (A rule I made was that they had to stay on the sidewalk.) It wasn't long before one of them would stop us to point out the tiny wild violets in the grass.

After turning the first corner, Felix and Leo ran up to the house at the next corner. They were excited to show me the large rock that was sitting on the stone wall. "Look, Grandma D – it has sparkles in it!" Sure enough, it was a large piece of granite. That particular house had many lovely and unusual features. We spent a bunch of time there.

Onward we went, spotting tulips, daffodils, lilacs, flowering plum trees, porches with swings, little ponds—one with gargoyles around the edge.

On the next block, I spotted a gorgeous cat – about the size of Nels – who was paying no attention to us. It was behind a beautiful black wrought iron fence and eating grass. Its house (my assumption) was a lovely Victorian, painted in tan, purple and blue. I should have brought along my phone so I could have taken a photo—not only of this house and cat, but of my three darling grandkids who were enjoying this so much!

When we came upon a brick house that is just inches from the sidewalk, there we saw a large patch of lily of the valley. The ones nearer the foundation were already open. The kids enjoyed seeing their little bell-shaped flowers.

One particular flower really impressed Felix and Aurelia. It was the bleeding heart. I pointed out the heart-shape and then showed them the little drop of "blood" dripping from it. Felix gently pinched one of the petals and then released it to see it return to its original state.

Yesterday I returned to Peder and Sarah's for Felix's birthday party. Aurelia was the greeter at the front steps. She told me she had drawn a picture that morning of a bleeding heart. Sarah later told me Aurelia had been drawing flowers all morning long. I loved hearing that.

Today Is the Anniversary of My Mother's Death

My mother and me

Today is the anniversary of my mother's death - April 6. There is not a year that goes by that I don't recall the events of that day. For many years, this was really hard on me. But as years have gone by and I have had kids of my own, and now grandkids, the difficulty has left me.

I didn't know my mother very well. She died when I was 14. Times were different then, or at least it seems so to me. My parents didn't read to us. They didn't take us to museums. Both my mother and dad worked outside the house, and then when they were home, they were busy with the garden, canning, washing, ironing, sewing, woodworking, etc. I don't recall ever seeing my parents go for a walk, or dance, or go to a movie. Our social life was going to church and having church friends or neighbors over. Vacations were primarily to see relatives—which I enjoyed a lot.

Feeling Good!

As of this week, my health has turned the corner and I'm happy to say I am feeling good! I have not used my walker or cane, and am taking the stairs in my office multiple times during the day. I am praising God for healing my body and for bringing so many angels to my aid during the process.

I just looked back and realized I have really been "under the weather" since the beginning of July—first with the severe kidney infection that sent me to the hospital for a 5 day period, and then a couple of weeks later, while still recovering from that, getting the strong leg pain and foot tingling that warned me of a herniated disc. I don't feel like elaborating on that, but the entire ordeal lasted 7 months!

What have I learned during this long event? First of all, I have learned to be patient, to know to help others in need, what it's like to be handicapped, I don't like being alone for days on end, there is not much to watch on daytime TV, and much more.

And now that I'm mobile again, I hope to do more in exercising. The timing for this is great because our snow is gone and spring is in the air. Here's to new beginnings!

Early Spring

Snowdrops

We've been having unusually nice weather in Minnesota and looks like we're having an early Spring! One day last week the temperature hit 70 degrees, and today it is supposed to reach 65! We have snow only where plows piled it up high. Green grass is beginning to show through the brown stuff. Oh, and the birds are singing their hearts out! There have been pictures of Snowdrops blooming at the Minnesota Arboretum.

Nels has been loving spending time out in the screened porch. One evening this week he was out there for over an hour. When I let him out when it's dark outside, I think he watches for mice and other creatures.

With this nicer weather, I have looked in my closet and I think I need to get some new spring/summer clothes. Mine are looking rather tired. I don't know how much looking around I can do, due to my foot problems (still having some nerve pain, but is much, much better), but I think I may give it a try tomorrow.

In choir we are rehearsing beautiful music for Palm Sunday, Maundy Thursday, and Easter. We have a new choir director (new last June), and just love him. It's a joy to go to rehearsal and to the worship services on Sunday morning.

Communion

It meant so much to be present at the Lord's table at our church today. What a blessing this was for me! Our church only commemorates communion on the first Sunday of the month, and I have not been present for it since November.

Communion is very important to me. It is a time to confess my sins and to thank God for sending His son to die on the cross, raise from the dead, and save me and all who come to Him. Growing up, the church my family attended, offered communion every Lord's Day. They offered it Sunday mornings and Sunday evenings. It was that important. This was a big change for me since moving to the twin cities. Today I was blessed.

I'm getting better!

I'm happy to say I am getting better! Since having the cortisone shot and taking the cortisone pill pack almost to weeks ago, I am seeing more improvement. I'm getting out more and doing normal things. The most exciting was returning to choir rehearsal Thursday night and then singing in the choir in the worship service this morning. I had been away from choir for 10-1/2 weeks! I really love being back.

Another nice part of my getting better is that the temperatures here in Minnesota have been unseasonably warm this past week (highs of mid 40). It has melted a lot of of the snow and ice and made my sidewalk outside my home much safer. Also, my permanent handicap hanger for my car arrived in the mail this week. My doctor wrote it for five years. I certainly hope I don't need it for anywhere near that!

I'm not taking feeling good for granted. I have had a couple of down days, but for the most part, I am seeing progress. It feels wonderful!

Health Update

I am feeling better just this week. Monday night my physical therapist determined I have bursitis in my left hip. He suggested I go to either my spine surgeon or my primary physician to get a shot of cortisone in my hip and also to ask for the cortisone pill pack (6 day program of low dose prednisone) to attack any inflammation in my body—but specifically the nerve pain in my ankle and on the top of my foot. I was lucky to get an appointment the very next day (Tuesday) with my primary doctor. He gave me the cortisone shot and called in the Rx for the pill pack, which I started taking Wednesday morning. Yesterday I saw a lot of improvement, but had a little foot pain during last night and again a little this morning. I may have overdone it by going grocery shopping last night after working all day, but I was running out of some things at home. Bottom line is I'm praying for good results.

I hope I don't have to post very many more entries on my ongoing health issues, but it has been a big part of my life of late. 

Storm Sisters

I have learned much in the past two months—I have learned about Storm Sisters.

There were many days in December and January when I could not go to work, to the grocery store, or to church. But a beautiful thing happened to me: friends called me on the phone, sent cards and emails, took me to doctor appointments, loaned me a walker, cleaned my house, brought meals and ate with me, helped me get some Christmas decorations out, and—this one blows me away—drove to my doctor's office to pick up the hand written prescription for a narcotic drug and then took it to the drug store, only to have to wait (or be told to come back in an hour and a half) while the druggist phoned a federal office and a state office. They had to supply their driver's license for identification, and when picking up the drug, had to give my age and address. This was all news for me!

One particular day, Nancy and Julie, two of my co-workers, who are also my friends, brought lunch from Culver's and together we shared our meals and caught up on all the news. Julie gave me a gift bag and said it was my surprise. After eating, I opened it and found a card with a scripture verse in Julie's handwriting (I have left this on my dining room table where I can read it during breakfast and lunch.), a chocolate bar, an apple and a clementine, a package of microwave popcorn, and a book, Storm Sisters: Friends Through All Seasons, by Afton Rorvik. This book was dear to Julie since the author is an editor Julie once worked with and this was her first book. Inside the front cover was a note from Afton to Julie. It was very personal. Underneath it, Julie wrote a note to me, letting me know I had many Storm Sisters who wanted to come to my aid. It's a wonderful book relating the struggles and challenges she (the author) went through when her mother was dying.

I never expected my handicap to last so long. It surprises me that my Storm Sisters are still coming to my aid. If and when I ever get back to good health, I know what I have to do. I have to be a Storm Sister to others.

Health Update

It's been  nearly two months since my back surgery (November  25). In this space of time, I have had some struggles. On Christmas Day, I was so spaced out from narcotics that Peder drove me to the ER and I wound up in the hospital again. It was that day when they did an ultra sound on my left leg, an MRI of my brain, and finally, a chest x-ray. The ER doctor then told Peder he should go on home because he was going to admit me for observation. Once in a room, the doctor came in to tell me I had no blood clots, had not had a stroke, but that I had pneumonia. The next morning I had an MRI on my left foot because it was very painful on the top and on the outside part of the ankle. I was released the next day and went home with an antibiotic. From that day on, I didn't take the heavy duty narcotics.

My problems weren't over, however. What was going on with my foot? I had an appointment with my primary physician who went over the results of the foot MRI. He said it showed tendinitis of the top portion of my foot and referred me to a podiatrist. Since then, I have been walking with a walker or a cane and have been resting when possible, and elevating and icing my foot. This past week my podiatrist has been in communication with my spine surgeon. I'm hoping some physical therapy and a cortisone patch will be ordered for me this next week. In the meantime, I continue to rest when possible, but did return to work last week (40 hours). It was very tiring, but so good to be with my co-workers, and to be out of the house.

My Great Grandmother's Blouse

Some years ago I was redecorating my bedroom, doing it in "red work," which is an embroidery style from the 1880's - 1920's. Only red thread is used for the embroidery. For my accent color, I chose a light green. It was during this time I had made a visit to my Aunt Liz's house. While there, I spotted a light green blouse hanging decoratively on a cabinet. I asked her to tell me about it and she said that it was her grandmother's blouse, and then she offered it to me. Of course, I accepted it! And then she went on to find the memorial card that was distributed at her funeral. My great grandmother was born in the mid 1800's, so to still have this handmade article of clothing she made was an honor for me.

Elizabeth Jane Austin

Born March 1, 1847

Died November 16, 1914

Notice how tiny the waist is. Due to this, Aunt Liz and I determined she must have made it in her late teens or early 20's. This means the blouse has withstood since the Civil War!

The fabric is a cotton, and she lined the front and the back with a fabric of white/gold print. She threaded orange string into the cuffs to form the ruffles. All of it is hand-sewn – button holes and all. Oh, and the buttons don't match. There are little, age holes in the back of the blouse, but none in the front or on the sleeves.

To the right of her blouse (stuffed with paper) is a photo of her and her memorial card. I really treasure these items. Not long after I got the blouse, I found this unique hanger at an antique store.

Happy New Year 2016!

Happy New Year, 2016! Where does the time go? And why does it pass so quickly?

Yesterday two of my dear friends, Nancy and Laurey, came to my home in the mid-afternoon, to clean out my shoe closet to find the professionally made shoe inserts and their molds. I need to take these to my podiatrist appointment this coming Monday. What troopers these gals are: taking the unwanted shoes to a charity and organizing my summer/winter shoes. Also, they found the inserts and molds!

They brought the makings of an early New Year's Eve supper (tater-tot hotdish—my request—and a delicious jello/fruit salad). They even brought apple pie for dessert and a sparkling drink for toasting after watching a movie.

After supper, we moved into the cottage and I suggested we watch Calendar Girls. Laurey thinks she may have seen it a long while ago (movie came out in 2002), but Nancy had not. All three of us enjoyed it so much. And it was a pleasure to be in my neatly organized cottage (Thank you very much, Rachel!).

We donned hats and/or beads for the finale of the evening (early evening  – about 8:30 pm). I sure enjoyed saying "Good-bye" to 2015 in this way.

L to R: Laurey and Nancy

Nancy, modeling the golf umbrella she got in Europe years ago

Yours truly and Nancy with our celebration hats

Yours truly and Laurey (she didn't want a hat to mess up her hair)

Nancy and Laurey joining in the toast

More Health Challenges

After having the back surgery the day before Thanksgiving, things were healing pretty well, except for my left ankle and top of my left foot. I even went back to work (mornings only), but I was feeling some discomfort. An MRI of my back on the 18th of December showed the surgery went well, but medication was given to relax my leg nerves and to keep away any moderate to severe pain (narcotics). As the days went by, the narcotics were building up in my system and by Christmas Eve, I was not myself. After going to bed that evening, I started having some acid reflux, so got up to take some Tums. Such a simple thing: sitting on the little bench in my bathroom and reaching to the back of the medicine drawer for the bottle. But I had trouble finding it and pulled harder on the drawer, which fell out and knocked me onto the floor, hitting my arm on the shower rail and bruising my right foot. I struggled to get up and turn on the light, and then struggled some more to get the rails of the drawer to line up with those inside the opening of the cabinet. I returned to bed for a somewhat fitful night.

Sometime the next morning I heard my I Phone receive a text message and picked it up, but couldn't recognize anything on it - which button to touch, how to read the letters, etc. So I set it back down and went back to sleep. Later I heard the sound of another text, but decided to ignore it. At 1:30 pm (I was still sleeping from the night) my phone rang and I answered it. Heidi was on the other end and I told her I was so confused that I couldn't make sense of anything. I was crying and telling her I was afraid I would never see her again. "Mom, you're not dying!" she emphatically said to me. But what I meant was that I wouldn't recognize her again. I really thought I was losing my mind. It wasn't long after that that my phone rang again. It was Rachel on the other end. She said they were on their drive back to Virginia and had texted me a couple of times but got worried when I didn't answer. I repeated my situation to her.

I don't know which of them called Peder, but it wasn't long after that he arrived at my house. I was awake then and he and I sat down to eat something and talk a bit. During that time my friend Nancy Carlson called and suggested we call my clinic to talk to whomever was on duty, which we did. The nurse recommended we go directly to the ER at my local hospital.

Once there, they took me and Peder to a room to do an ultrasound on my left leg to rule out any blood clots. Then they took me to a room for an MRI of my brain. Following that, I had a couple of chest x-rays. By then, it was about 9 pm so they told Peder he should go home as they were going to keep me overnight for observation.. Once in my room, a doctor came in to say I had no blood clots; the brain MRI looked good; and I had pneumonia. Also, I would be keeping my previously scheduled MRI of my ankle and foot the next morning.

The ankle MRI showed tendinitis on the top of my foot and plantar fasciitis. The latter I have have battled before.

I saw my primary doctor earlier this week and the pneumonia is nearly cleared. I have an appointment with a podiatrist Monday. Yesterday two of my dear friends helped me find my professionally made shoe inserts at the back of my shoe closet. I'm wearing them this morning, and so far—so good!

Christmas at Wooddale

Again this year I was blessed to be part of the Christmas concerts at my church. The theme for this year's concert was "The Heart Is Waiting." With a new choir director as of last this summer, we weren't sure what to expect, but Wow! We were pleasantly surprised!

The choice of music chosen was lovely - and mostly arranged by the director of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Here is the program:

A Christmas Festival: orchestra only
Gloria in Excelsis Deo
O Come, All Ye Faithful
Christmas Bells: piano and orchestra only
Organ Solo: Woody Johnson
Infant Holy, Infant Lowly
The First Noel
  Hymns for the audience: Angels From the Realms of Glory; Angels We Have Heard on High; Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
Piano solo: Soojung Hong—a Ph.D. in piano at the University of Minnesota (she was awesome!)
Away in a Manger
Mary, Did You Know
All Is Well (sung while the choir held candles)
Hark! The Herald Angels Sing

Due to my recent back surgery, I had to sing the entire concert while seated, it worked out just fine and I'm so happy I could be part of this wonderful tradition.

Back to work!

This morning I went back to work and it felt so good to see my co-workers again. I had missed them so much! I'm going to work mornings only this week since I'm not really 100% yet. In fact, I'm still taking narcotics when needed for the nerve pain in my leg (this was unexpected).

While home, I was very lonely. There were days when I saw no one but my cat. Oh, he loved having me around and he spent a lot of time in bed with me. But I realized—actually I already knew it—I need to be around people. A little bit of time in seclusion is fine, but not an excessive amount.

I'm on the mend, but have a ways to go.

Back Surgery

Last week, on the 25th, I had surgery on my lower back—specifically between L-5 and S-1. I had been diagnosed with two herniated discs and a severely pinched nerve. During the surgery, bone was cut away and a broken piece of disc was removed to give more room for the nerve. This nerve controls the left leg and foot. My symptoms have been a strong ache and tingling on the outside edge of my leg and top of my left foot (picture along the outside seam of your jeans). I have been bothered by this since around the middle of August, and it hasn't been fun.

After being diagnosed, I had an epidural shot of cortisone in the nerve area, but it didn't take. I also did six weeks of physical therapy, and that brought no relief.

The surgery was billed as outpatient, with a possible stay overnight for observation. I think it was the word "outpatient" that made me think this was going to be a "piece of cake." Wow! Was I wrong. It has now been 9 days and I am still having some struggles. The nerve pain returned about 5 or 6 days ago and it has been very uncomfortable. You've seen the pain charts of 10 faces—10 being the worst. I have had a couple of those. Since the Dr. wants me to wean myself from the narcotics, I have tried to suffer through it, but have given in twice. This morning a second prescription was called into the pharmacy that is for a medication that is supposed to address the nerve problem. I'm praying it helps.

In the meantime, Nels is loving having me home and I have been enjoying visits from friends—those who have stopped by with meals, flowers, offers to vacuum, take out my garbage, pick up my mail—all of those things that I have not been able to do. Two individuals from work even donated 7 precious days of PTO to me (anonymously) because I had run out as of Monday this week.

That's about it right now. I have been playing Christmas carols on my stereo, but am not really in the Christmas spirit yet. Just hoping to feel better soon.

Farewell, Brian

Yesterday was a very sad day in our family. Due to cancer, Heidi and Chad made the difficult decision to put Brian, their almost 12 year old Golden Retriever, down. They did not want him to suffer.

Brian came into their family shortly after they bought their first house. It didn't take him long to start writing a blog, Brian Puppy. He loved his family, and they loved him. They took him on family vacations, and took him swimming in lakes, Puget Sound, and the Pacific Ocean.

He loved tennis balls, and would play tug of war with me (tennis ball held tightly in his teeth) whenever I came for a visit. On the occasion I did pull it from his mouth, I would toss it and he would tear after it and bring it back for more. I took him for walks every time I came, and I was so happy that he never pooped on my walks with him, because I shuddered at the thought of picking it up. He would try to pull me a bit, but then I would say, "No, no, Brian. Grandma can't go that fast." He would then slow down to my pace.

Once while Heidi and Chad were here and in Wisconsin for a visit, Brian came to stay with me. I took him for a nice walk around Normandale Lake and also in my neighborhood.

He hated lightning and fireworks. One July 4th when my sister and I were out to visit, Heidi and Chad had to work so we stayed home with Brian. He stayed by my side the whole time, and even climbed up into bed with me.

He went everywhere with Chad—including Lowe's hardware store. All of the clerks seemed to know Brian. His passing will be particularly hard on Chad. But it will be hard on Heidi, too. Today she'll come home from work, and Brian won't be barking "Welcome Home," to her when she comes in the door.

Happy 6th Birthday to Nels!

Thursday, October 29, Nels turned six. I worked all day and went to an evening event, so we celebrated Saturday afternoon by giving him a big serving of catnip. Wow! Did he dig into it! He ate some and then rolled his face in it. At one time when I checked on him, he looked totally exhausted – his chin and cheek lying flat on the base of his cat tree - right in the middle of this aromatic herb.

In 2010 when my granddaughter, Annika, and I chose Nels from a local humane society, we were told he was three years old. However, at the first veterinarian appointment for him, the doctor said he was likely thirteen or fourteen months old. They told me to pick a date within those two months and celebrate his birthday then. I chose October 29.

Happy Birthday, Nels!

My Dear Amish Friend, Lovina

In 1988 I first met my Amish friend, Lovina. After stopping at Jake Stutzman's Amish farm to order a cherry rocking chair, my friend Lil and I found our way to Lovina's general store where we inquired about buying a jar of jam. That was the start of an unusual friendship.

Jake Stutzman's farm house. Jake made my cherry rocking chair and all of my dining room chairs.

The Amish one room schoolhouse across the road from Jake's farm

An Amish buggy heading into town

Such a sweet Amish bull

In the late 80's - early 90's, my sister, her husband and I sat on the lawn of this farm to watch this barn being raised by about 50 Amish men and boys. It was a day to remember.

A Minnesota Amish buggy – not fancy like those in Pennsylvania 

Initially Lovina's little store was in the back porch of the house she shared with her Old Order Amish father. Lovina never married, and was a thin, soft spoken, kind woman. I and several of my friends and family members would stop to buy things at Lovina's over the years.

One time, Peder and Heidi went with me for the sole purpose of purchasing Fireballs (hot, cinnamon jaw breakers) to put in the birthday box we were shipping to Hans who was on a 6 month tour around the continent of South America. On our way to Lovina's – about 40 miles from our home – it began to rain. The closer we got to her house, the rain got heavier and there was thunder and lightning. We knocked on her back door and she let us in. Her father came to see who was there. He couldn't believe we had driven so far in such stormy weather and invited us to spend the night in their home. Did we? Sadly, we did not. My kids had pulled me aside and Heidi said, "Mom, we are not staying here. They have an outdoor toilet." Peder joined in and stated, "And they have no TV." I was always disappointed we didn't have this experience.

Occasionally Lovina and I would write to one another.One year she even sent me a Christmas card. I still have one of her letters on the desk in my office.

Over time, a separate building was constructed for her little store. Even though it was still small, it gave her at least three times more space. Most of her customers were Old Order Amish, but there were "Englishers" who stopped by, too. Every time I came to the store, Lovina and I would hug each other.

About three years ago I was surprised to learn Lovina had suffered a stroke. I hadn't heard from her for quite awhile, and when I stopped in her store, I noticed she had trouble holding a pen and was writing with her left hand. She told me about her event and I of course added her to my prayer list. A year after that, Lizzie, her niece who also lives on the same farm, but in her own house, met us in the driveway and told us Lovina was no longer operating her store and she invited us to go to Lovina's house to visit her. That was a very nice time. Lizze told us that she and her husband were selling honey in Lovina's former store building.

Today my sister and I drove down to see her and to take in the fall color. We first stopped at Lizzie's store to ask how Lovina was and to see if we could visit her. She informed us Lovina had passed away in January. She had suffered a heart attack in December and didn't improve. She died in her home, which was her wish. Sadly, over all the years of going to see her, I never took a photo of her farm house or of her store. And due to the Amish not wishing to be photographed, I have no photo of her. I'm feeling sad about her being gone.

While driving around the area to relive some of our memories, we spotted a young Amish man tying these corn stalks. We stopped to watch him for a little bit.

Even Main Street in Harmony was in the fall spirit.

Signs of Autumn

We've  been seeing signs of Autumn around my neighborhood. Some trees have turned to yellow, and a few have a hint of orange or red. I really love this time of year!

My hummingbirds stopped coming to my feeder about three weeks ago. I left their feeder out until last week just in case a migrating oriole or hummingbird needed to drink while on his/her journey. I emptied the bird bath last week, too. My 3 big pots of pink geraniums continue to bloom. They are hardy and so pretty.

The temperatures have dropped into the 40's at night, so I have been running my furnace. I don't feel bad about this at all. I want to be comfortable.

We have been predicted to have a beautiful Autumn due to the lovely rains we had all during the summer. I hope it lasts a long, long time.