Askew! And, broken! The branches hide me now. If my life seemed in disarray before, it is worse. Spring is here and my garden needs repair. ---That is the garden of my soul. Hal works outside, planting herbs and veggies. I sit and watch, the weeds in my life getting bigger.
I am amazed at how many family and friends have suffered a broken foot. I talked with my niece recently, and she wore her ”Big Black Boot” to work. I applaud her. I guess you do what you have to do. We really don’t know what one endures until we walk in their “Boot!”
I am told where the fracture happens makes the difference. Because my injury is lower on the foot, the danger of it splitting apart might be greater. So I sit and hobble some. In the meantime, the cat hairs accumulate and the clutter increases.
Yesterday, isolated from many, I called out, “Here I am, Lord! Can you find me in the thicket?” I feel like I’ve been on a journey and right now I can’t see the exit to this weed infested plot.
Soon I will hear from the doctor. I look for a good report. It is spring in Florida and my garden needs repair.
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