Serendipity

Here is one I colored! Last night, I decided to try my hand at coloring a page...and above is the result. Not bad!  It was fun I will admit, and it sure whiled away some time. There is a method to my madness...last week I was told I have Fibromyalgia. This diagnosis explains so much : the random sore spots around my torso; the muddled thoughts and short term memory loss at times; headaches; general feelings of not feeling well with no specific point; all the things that would not "fit" into the other diseases/syndromes I have.  Since my breakdown in 2001, I had noticed that I was having some issues with trying to remember things  (clearly) , dealing with continual random thoughts more than usual...it's drove me crazy.  Now, I have been trying to re-strengthen my mind...and get my mind to slow down...while keeping my body as agile as I can despite my own age and physical abilities. I've been doing various ...

Washington hawthorn berries...10/4/12 Since I have an overabundance of photos that I have taken, I thought I would give you some other visions of Fall here in the Southern Tier of New York. Burning bush in our yard...10/4/12 The hillside across the valley from us...10/4/12 sparrow...10/4/12 Red-winged blackbird...10/4/12 neighbor's maple (in orange)...10/5/12 another neighbor's maple...10/5/12 wild berries growing off a telephone pole guidewire...10/5/12 some weeds also turn red...10/5/12 burdocks...10/5/12 leaves on a tree in front of our house...10/5/12 hillside outside of Naples, NY...10/5/12 Another hillside outside of Naples, NY. Notice the haze...it's likely from the high humidity we had during a spell of warmer weather...10/5/12 another view of the hill across the valley from us...10/6/12 (again, you can see the haze) bale of wheat straw, beginning a growing cycle, despi...

I had a swing like this when I was a small child Today I saw a photo of a swing on Facebook and it reminded me of the one I had when I was a little girl of about 5 or 6.  With it came a flood of timeless days swinging and swinging and swinging my days away.  And it also reminded me of a incident which would forever more change how I viewed and swung on that swing. My dad made the swing for me, from a limb of a huge old tree...the tree which was for the most part the center of a row of trees that lined a steep bank that was several feet above a ditch. I can remember swinging out over that ditch...and out over the edge of the road...just a little...feeling like I was flying. Being the only child at the time, it was up to me to amuse myself. The tree swing was my most favorite thing...I can remember getting up early in the morning, still in my pajamas and going out to swing until my mom called me back inside. From my perch there on the swing, I had a wonderful view...