Monday, April 21, 2008

Full Circle

Saturday dawned beautiful, and by 8:30 a.m. husband and I were in the yard. We weeded. We weeded more. We raked up leaves left over from last year. We put down mulch.

We planted flowers. We planted tomatoes, peppers and various other things. It really is a bit early for some of those but we went forth anyhow.

I also trimmed my roses and sprayed them.

By noon I was whupped. I'd been stooped over and on my knees for a very long time. Husband decided he had to mow the yard, which meant I couldn't be outside anymore because of my allergies.

So I went to visit the great aunt. She was asleep when I arrived at the assisted living center, and I gently shook her awake. We chatted some but she usually is not overly talkative when I go in and wake her.

It was quite warm there and I suppose because of my labors earlier, I was rather tired. I actually fell asleep!

My great aunt did not notice.

She fell asleep too. I woke her again to take my leave.

Visiting my great aunt, who is 88 years old, always makes me think about my mortality. I want to ask her how she feels about being old and facing death but I never do.

I did ask her what she thought about during the day. "I sleep," she said, implying that she doesn't think about anything. "But in my dreams, I rake leaves and put down mulch. I plant the garden and I cut my irises."

Life comes at you full circle sometimes. Go live it!


  1. Ain't that the truth!

    I agree with your VERY wise, great Aunt.

  2. Your day unfold in front of my eyes as you told your story. I love the question you asked your great aunt. Full circle, indeed! Great advice.

  3. My grandmother turned 86 last week and lives at Elm Park Estates Assisted Living. She has lived there for 4 years now. One year later, my husband's grandmother moved into an assisted living facility. We've ridden the ups and downs with both of them. Like you, I've found myself lost in thought about it on more than one occasion. I'm writing a fiction short story about it now. The elderly are precious, and they are our last link to a passing era. I cherish them.

  4. As you know, I couldn't agree more with this credo! What a beautiful tree here...what type is it?

  5. June - that's what we call a red bud. They are absolutely gorgeous in the spring.

    Amy - I agree. The elderly should be cherished!

    Thank you all for your comments and for reading.

  6. Aww, you remind me of Barbara Kingsolver ... I want to garden with you ... :o)


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