Mother's Day

                                                        Edible Bouquet
Here's the fruit treat that my three children gave me for Mother's Day! It's made by the  Edible Arrangements group. That day one made dinner, one did a crossword with me and one (Buddy) taught me Wii golf before deciding to explore the tutorial about making music on the Hanna Montana Wii disk. We all watched him.The cold outdoors did not bother us. It was cozy and warm in our family room. We spent a good time together. Yup! It was yummy Kleinste Motte!

Flooding

Too much rain too fast can have disastrous effects. Just look at media pictures of Nashville. Not much appeared on the news though. I found that disturbing. Instead there was a detailed account of a historic event that happened in Holland 65 years ago. It was related to the days of Ann Frank. It was the story of the Dutch liberation from the horrors of WWII. I do not want to belittle that event but the people of Tennessee deserve to have their story heard too! Especially when it is current (no pun intended). Will there be support? Let's hope so! Those folks there will need much help. What can you do Kleinste Motte?

Reflections

Reflection

 The Cathedral of the Transfiguration.

It blessed by Pope John Paul II in 1984.

Across from the pond where Buddy and I

walk. It is very magnificent yet mysterious.

Sadly none of its many bells chime from it because it is deserted.

There is no activity of a religious nature at the site.

The bishop moved out in 2006 because of ownership issues.

Who knew that every cathedral is headed by a bishop? 

A film 'In the Mouth of Madness' used its exterior.

Developers built homes around it as Cathedraltown.

   What is the future of this architectural marvel?            

                                     New reflection

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Pond

It rained in the night. There are some puddles and tiny frogs are hopping about. We walk, Buddy and I. He's holding onto my arm. He's guiding me. He is really my faithful buddy. We can share any time together. We talk of days gone by and days yet to be. We breathe in the sweet fragrances from the blooming shrubs and dandelions. We plod along carefully. There is no wind. The pond reflects the row of houses along Hazelton Avenue. The scene reminds me of a masterpiece painting by some amazing artist. It's so beautiful. My vision may be compromised but I do see and I remember to be thankful. Buddy helps me a lot. I know he is aware of how precious he is. He knows he's Down syndrome. Like an angel. Special.
Very special Kleinste Motte.

May 1

"When it rains it pours." Does it really? 
It seems like it's pouring at my home, in my heart.
May is here. I thought I would be very happy but I really am not. I should be. I have a couple of friendly followers on my blog. That is so encouraging, making me keener to keep on learning the craft. How quickly that feeling can be numbed! Why is it that for every joyous moment there must be dozens of sad or disappointing ones? In the past two years I overcame a huge loss from a house fire that destroyed many so precious items and I recovered from the surgical removal of an enormous cancer in my colon. Though the recommended chemo was not an option because I was too weak, lots of prayers and herbal teas helped me to be in remission. But in January my blood pressure got very irregular. After several trips to the hospital a medication finally helped that and I was able to resume my activities by the end of March. In April I became stronger and was happier for it. Then a walk on Saturday changed that. I noticed I was not seeing properly out of the left eye! The worry that I will lose my sight was back. The eye has been subject to two surgeries; one for  the restoration of a sudden total retinal detachment ( I was blind on the day of that operation and that surgeon said he would try his best and he did!! ), the other was for a cataract removal and a lens implant (The surgeon was worried the retina might act up but it didn't! ). For 17 years my bad eye was actually the better eye until May 1st. Now the light coming in is dulled and the focus is limited. I feel as though I'm looking through a pin hole. And there is a dull pain! Darn!!! Prayers have been upped and soul searching continues. Once again the struggle to get better is facing me. Will the outcome to be a happy one? God knows and I hope the surgeon will do his best when the time comes. Right now I'm waiting to be seen by him. Still I love reading and writing. It would be very sad to lose that and the enjoyment of following my newest friends. Bloggers. Perhaps they will pray too?
May 1st was a cloudy day. There was some thunder and a very brief downpour of hail. This kind of precipitation hurts. I prefer the gentle raindrops that make me feel as though I'm being cleansed and restored.  I'm hope I will get better. I have to. I want to keep that opportunity to read and write more and more. I really do! Blogging!
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