A friend and I visited another friend in the hospital yesterday. We hadn't seen him in awhile, and it was hard to see the effects of his illness. We visited a bit, prayed with him, and left flowers from the altar at church. It seems that we are at the age when friends and family are suffering illness, disability, and even death. It is sometimes hard and always makes me think of my own human frailty, and that of the ones I love. The garden renews me and gives me hope. The beauty of nature has always been a source of strength and faith.
Our trials, tribulations, and creations from the Farm, the Cottage Garden and our trips to the Oregon Shore
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Garden and Friends
A friend and I visited another friend in the hospital yesterday. We hadn't seen him in awhile, and it was hard to see the effects of his illness. We visited a bit, prayed with him, and left flowers from the altar at church. It seems that we are at the age when friends and family are suffering illness, disability, and even death. It is sometimes hard and always makes me think of my own human frailty, and that of the ones I love. The garden renews me and gives me hope. The beauty of nature has always been a source of strength and faith.
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