Many thanks to everyone for your sweet wedding anniversary wishes on my previous post!
On our anniversary I burst out laughing when I read my devotional for the day. David Zahl wrote about unconditional love:
Imagine if I locked my dog and my wife in the trunk of my car. After an hour, only one of them is going to be glad to see me.
That tickled my funny bone and it kind of reminds me of something I question anytime I publish a new post here at the Window after doing one of my disappearing acts for a few weeks, or in some cases months.
Will they still be glad to see me?
Tomorrow will be seven years since I published my first blog post at Across the Way, here: https://awindow-lookacrosstheway.blogspot.com/2012/11/our-fledgling-flight.html
There have been times when I've stopped blogging for a while but I always came back. I even started this blog at the Window and thought I'd given up Across the Way only to end up keeping both going.
Going yes, sometimes sporadically, true.
I remember when I announced that I was leaving blogging at Across the Way and one friend asked if I could just check in occasionally, even quarterly.
Sometimes I seem to be doing just that. Like all the things on our front porch, I'm not getting any younger. In fact we might even qualify as antiques.
We may soon even be obsolete.
There are occasions when we decide to pretty ourselves up a little.
Pretend like we're still Spring Chickens.
Times when I ask RH to buy me a beautiful corsage.
He bought me two beautiful corsages for the porch for our anniversary and a trunk full of pumpkins for both porches, the back garden and the house.
All without rushing me in my choices, following me around with a big cart as I wandered around the Nashville Farmer's Market, a special place to me as I'd gone there since a child with my little sisters and our father who bought produce for the middle Tennessee Kroger stores.
The best anniversary present ever!
RH also planted a new tree, (see picture above) his 4th Japanese maple since we moved here almost three years ago, his 12th new tree planted in the front yard alone--how's that for a man past the three-quarters of a century mark?
You can also see the new project he started behind the new Japanese maple. Not sure what it's going to be when he finishes it but a trailer full of beautiful rock sat on the grass in front of the park bench for two months while he pondered the design.
I'd asked for a pretty sidewalk/path but I have a feeling this is going to be more than that. And it may be spring before it's finished as my guy started another project in our back yard that's now taking up his time.
Meanwhile, I decided the old girl--I'm talking about our front porch--deserved at least one new accessory, a pretty rug.
I spent hours online searching for one with just the right colors. I hope you like it because I am so in love with it!
Thank you so much for visiting here! Even when I sometimes play hide-and-go-seek with you.
Old and cracked as I sometimes feel I still want to make like The Terminator and say...
I'll be back!