I’m getting my strength back. I feel pretty standard until after lunch, then I crash and need to rest. Then I rebound in the late afternoon. Every post-surgical recovery is the same, but now, I know I am getting better and recovering steadily; I can tell by my writing.

We had a beautiful day, sleeping late and going to the farmer’s market; I went for a walk and took some interesting photos. Today, a mix of art flowers and regular ones. I’ll be interested to see if people can see the difference; I bet they can. The Leica photos are almost always soft, so I love their glass so much.

I plan on getting to the Mansion on Tuesday for my memory class. Then to Dr. Daly on Thursday to get my stitches returned. I hope I can then return to a normal life.

Here are my photos. Then I cook dinner, read my book and sleep. Ian McRae would come for dinner, but he had to cancel. The pizza will be put to good use. Maria and I have been watching British mysteries at night, Vera, Inspector Morse, Inspector Lewis, and Adam Dalgleish.

I’ve read and followed British mysteries for much of my life; nothing is like them.

I hope you continue to enjoy the flower photos. I am.

 

There is nothing like the heart of a Peony

My first Copeopsis came to my garden bed today.

My first Delphinium

My beautiful little forest.

I’d love to get lost, deep in my garden bed.