Hello, Weeds & Wildflowers,
First, thank you for all the generous and warm well wishes sent my way. I have the best followers on Medium!
Second, I was discharged from the hospital yesterday after a long five-day stay. Although my condition hasn’t been positively identified yet, my doctor feels certain that test results will confirm his belief that I’m suffering from microscopic colitis brought on by a rough year of food allergies, IBS, and a serious bacterial infection almost six weeks ago. For now, until the final diagnosis, my treatment is for symptoms. …
Hello, Weeds & Wildflowers,
First, let me apologize for the backup of submissions that I need to publish.
As some of you may know, I’ve been ill for several weeks. Since the normal round of doctors wasn’t helping and since I got worse over the weekend, I took an uncomfortable ride in an ambulance to the hospital on Monday and am still here.
No diagnosis yet. More and more tests. But, I am in capable hands and feel confident answers will be found.
Unfortunately, the Medium phone app doesn’t allow publishing, so submissions have piled up. Now that I feel well enough to sit up and use a computer, my laptop was retrieved from home. I will catch up on publishing this afternoon.
I appreciate your patience, and prayers and well wishes are definitely welcome.
Your slightly out-of-touch editor,
These birds are sitting on a fallen branch in a lake. But, one day, this same scene could be birds sitting on the rooftop of what once was a beachfront hotel.
Here at Weeds & Wildflowers, we celebrate nature. We post photos of birds, butterflies, bees, flowers, oceans, trees, gardens, vegetables, and an assortment of wildlife. We write about hikes through nature, boating, about our tomato plants, and even ice-fishing. But, do we think of how much longer we’ll have the privilege of waxing poetic about what we take for granted?
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Happy April, Weeds & Wildflowers!
First, I want to apologize for being slow in publishing during the past week or so. I’ve been dealing with health issues and feeling very poorly. Simply sitting at the computer is a drain on my energy.
April is the month of new beginnings. Spring may arrive on the calendar in March but for many locations, there are no signs of spring until April. And, I hope April will be a new beginning for me as I finally conquer my health concerns. Think about new beginnings you would like to create. …
at dawn we gather
drinking in the green of spring
© Dennett 2021
Each morning, several flocks of black-bellied whistling ducks gather on the edge of our lake, waiting for the cracked corn we provide for their breakfast. At this time of year, when nature is most verdant, I imagine myself and the ducks drinking in the greenness that surrounds us. The brilliance of the new leaves is enough to leave us drunk with spring happiness.
Already our spring is headed for the door where summer impatiently waits to enter. Here in Florida, spring is glorious but short…
I recently wrote this story about a friend’s harrowing experience with a narcissistic husband and the comfort she found in washing dishes — the warm, sudsy water was meditational therapy for her:
My story was true. I can’t remember another time that I wrote a true story and had someone question my honesty but Steve Nixon did:
You must understand, therefore, that from my own lived perspective I sadly inform you — whether you realize it or not — the story you’re telling is a true romantic work of near absolute fiction (with a discernable whiff of misandry).
I am 66 years old. At this age, many women can say their mothers have passed on. Their losses may have come yesterday, last year, ten years ago, or more. Few can say their loss was 66 years ago.
My mother died when I was not quite three months old. Massive heart attack at the age of 39. She left behind me, two other daughters, and my dad — a man who would never have wanted children if he knew the future required him to be both father and mother. He wasn’t very good at either.
I grew up independent…
I was always a writer but lived in a bookkeeper’s body before I found Medium and broke free — well, almost. Working to work less and write more.