|The Chapel at Saint Jude's Hospital in Fullerton, CA|
|Sunny Yarrow and shades of red Valerian perk up a parking strip|
The visit to the hospital could have gone the other way. But it didn't and I am thankful for so many things that a week ago I took for granted.
|Jackmani clematis mingles with trumpet vine |
The fragrant 'Betty Woods' Daylily is forgiven for not establishing sooner.
The spike of common Lambs Ear rubs against the cement bench. The one I laid my first mosaic on for an anniversary long ago- which number it was now forgotten. More important was those days earlier this month when I thought perhaps my 35th Anniversary might have been my last.
It's a strange mix of tired that comes with the unknown when really good news follows.
My concentration is not quite as disciplined - and it doesn't seem to matter compared to the fact that there is every reason to believe the husband of my youth will be my partner in old age.