he holds my flowers

i took my ridiculous, but necessary, walker outside to see my gardens. I’d been outside only one other time since June 24th & saw that without my attention, things went to crap. kinda like my hip bones. however, today was a small victory. I cut my own flowers, that means my bones have knitted themselves…

My purple flowers

This hodge podge of beauty are the blossoms I had left over. I put them on my dresser in my room & they make me smile every time I see them. Which is a rare thing indeed, just ask my three children. 🙂