|Phoebe complains in my window|
cacophonous clacking punctuates the air
birds flutter about seeking sustenance
nuthatch on frozen feeder bleeding with ice
wild turkey scratches in the hail
nestmaking continues as it must
forward one step at a time
promises of spring
as the universe unfolds as it should
orange-red rhubarb seeks the sun
bravely facing cold spring air
as I must face the future
snow falls and blankets their fragile faces
phoebe peers in the window
what's up with this?
|Daisy & I went for a forest walk.|
I have been suffering with arthritis in my hands. It began in my baby fingers. I would get irritable and wouldn't know why. This is true for many of my hospice clients. They refuse pain meds, and get agitated and grumpy. We know that exercise is important for this disease and I should bash away on the piano but haven't had the heart to do so yet. I continue to tap on my computer doing some research.
|frozen feeder, happy nuthatch|
frozen rain falls in the background
Facebook friends have experience with this disease and have recommended some over-the-counter relief. I saw the doctor a year ago, but they aren't trained in helping with this stage of the disease. He was no help at all.
I cannot complain, as I have many friends and clients with far more advance arthritis.
I see what the future holds and must enjoy my mobility now, today. Carpe Diem.
|a night of freezing rain, followed by snow|
Oprah was in Ottawa the other day. I love her notion of the gratitude journal.
I am grateful for nature, critters, lunches out, hubby, Facebook friends, and Advil!
|rhubarb pokes up its head|
|Goldfish pond has melted, ice on the leaves!|
|Froggie is cold but does the job.|
There is ice dripping below!