Achilles loves peas. Every time we enter the vegetable garden he’s just outside the fence, alertly and intently watching our every move. Although he takes them with a bit of a grab it’s a gentle grab, never making contact with the digits proffering the tasty treat.
This years’ wheat is coming off the fields.
The moon, sailing the sky-sea.
Delightful backyard discovery, impish forget-me-nots.
Words would only detract.
I’m extraordinarily blessed to have very little discomfort never mind pain after yesterday’s wisdom tooth extraction. With Fayes’ help I iced my jaw for most of yesterday to minimize the swelling. I was given a scrip for Ketorolac to relieve pain and have felt the need to take only two. Yesterday I ate a lot of cheese, a banana, some hummus, a mug of soup. Today I’ve had a banana, some hummus, and a Wendy’s Junior Cheesy Cheddarburger (can’t get much softer than that!). Doing a saltwater rinse every four hours.
I’m very, very blessed to have had this go so well, so far.
. . . as in loss of a tooth. After many year of gentle nagging by two dentists I had my lower left wisdom tooth removed about 3 hours ago. Now I’m sitting on the couch at home, feeling the novocain and general anasthesia (I was a weenie and asked to be hit on the head with a hammer, thank you) gradually wear off. It will be soft foods (and dammit the local farm just started selling their amazing sweet corn), ice, and pain management meds for a day or two. I might put up a loopy post or two while under the influence.
As the light faded on a summer evening, these geranium blooms almost glowed against the background of our fence and vegetable garden.
Brush strokes and dabbles, blue, white, and grey, with a little green for contrast, splashed on the canvas of life, the real world.
It’s always a pleasure to come home to this kind of greeting.
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