...about how life doesn't stand still.

My dear Lexi.  RIP

It has been a while since I have written here.  The circle of life has continued although I really hoped I could make it stop for a while.  Lexi, my dear sheltie who spent her whole life taking care of me every minute of every day, finally succumbed to old age and illness.  I pampered her and care for her to the very best of my ability but it was her time to leave me.  This happened on Memorial Day, a very appropriate day since she served as a soldier, defending me at every turn.  Bless her dearly for being such a true, dear friend for 12 of her 14 years...from the very day she came into rescue.  On her last day, she was out planting in the garden with me, enjoying life right up until the very end.  She taught me that no matter what must be faced through one's life, it can be done with bravery and joy.  I still miss her dearly but must accept that life keeps moving on, and I have to keep moving forward, too.

I have so much for which to be thankful.  Our seven dogs are all doing well.  With the two older ones, it is a day to day blessing that they are still with us.  The other five still have not been slowed down by the ravages of old age and spend their days keeping all the rest of us motivated to stay moving in a joyous manner.  It might take a little longer for us to get going, but once in action, both my husband and  I still have a lot of life left in us.  Of course, like our two old dogs, we do a lot more sleeping and napping than we used to.

So life moves forward and my husband and I spend our days being so grateful and thankful of all the positives in our lives.  One of the wonderful aspects of being older is that it takes so little to bring a smile to our faces, and we don't need a bunch of bells and whistles in our lives to feel extremely satiated.  Just being is enough.

“To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter … to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring—these are some of the rewards of the simple life.”  ~~John Burroughs

Take care,

Gardeningartist.