9 Days and Counting

9 Days and Counting

lobster boats in

Sitting out on my deck yesterday was a treat that I’ve been looking forward to all winter long, as well as  through the wet spring. Finally the sun and warmth is here. The garden and flowering plants are late though because of the unusual cold and wet we’ve been having. There isn’t time left for me to do the gardening that I look forward to at this time. I’m not sure if the rain has delayed my flowers and bulbs or the are just not ready. Therefore I have to wait longer to see if some of my planting will be redone. I did have my seasonal lobster feed already, thanks to my daughter.

I only have 9 days left for any work and then I am in surgery for a full double mastectomy. It’ll be weeks after before I can do much physical activity. The first two weeks I can’t even make the bed. I can’t paint. I could do some light drawing if paper is in my lap and my arm isn’t held upward. I can get my coffee or even try washing a few dishes. This activity helps my arm movement. Other than the exercises I will be doing I will be sitting a lot. I can walk a little ways in the second week so will enjoy getting out and about. I am so happy that the weather appears to be good this week before I go into hospital for about four  days and hope that it continues to shine on my return home. I’m counting on sitting on the deck, watching the family work, the birds fly, and any animal visitors. My artists colleagues promise to visit so I can look forward to keeping in touch with happenings in the area. 

horses in the field

It’ll be a long slow summer for me, not only for the surgery and getting my full range of movement back, but as of yet I don’t know if I shall be experiencing chemo or radiation. This could lead into the autumn. I do have my art work at a point that I can leave it until I’m back. I have some computer activities to do and to learn.  Mostly I will enjoy my place and recuperating in the prettiest area around.

Had my lobster feed

Perfect Timing for the Right Season

Fishing Under the Bridge

49 Acres of Heaven Blog - May-2014

Perfect Timing for the Right Season

As spring finally arrives with hints of summer to come, I can plan for the perfect time to sit and walk and just contemplate the beauty of place. We don’t often take the time to just see, listen, feel the moment and the place. Life sometimes forces us to take the moment. Life is forcing me to take the moments and the next months to enjoy the acreage and the home and just being here. 

We have joined the throngs to the river.

As the breeze blows gently in the trees now, the birds chirp happily, the horses and deer are dancing, the grasses green while the allergies begin to rage, I am in a very reflective mood. Facing the next several months of health procedures, I know there will be times I can do no more than sit, rest, and convalesce. Here is where this place will be my perfect healing venue. I will sit on the deck in the sun and enjoy the fauna and the wildlife. We joke about that huge deck that no one wants to leave, once situated in a deck chair and holding a glass.The scenery of the hills and road below on this 49 acres of field and wood, makes everyone feel like they are on vacation. What better place to sit and heal. 

While I am forced to endure my third round of cancer treatment, and hoping this is the last time, I have found myself in the right place and heading into the right season. This place as my muse will become more familiar to me in the next seasons and I hope to share the peace with my artists colleagues and friends as they stop by to visit me. This is also the best season to bring out those same visitors once they have discovered that view and the restful immovable state of sitting in the deck chairs.

While I heal, I can still visit and work a bit in the gardens we planted last year. Although the winter was harsh, I'm still hopeful most of the flowers and bushes will sprout. I’m not seeing hints of some of them, but that’s okay. It means another trip to the garden centres and replanting, probably by my spouse. I get to watch my daughter this year in the garden with a good excuse for not helping with the weeding this year, yet benefitting from the bounty.

The Old Shed/Down by fishing hole