It's just incredible the amount of devastation a fire out of control can cause in a few minutes.
Fire, warm and cozy when controlled, but terrifying when gone wild.
I had ideas about what I'd do on my day off, but they didn't pan out.
I found myself in a place I did not expect to be, meeting a spunky little lady, 89 years old, who shared some stories from her life.
"Things have a way of working out," Louise said.
"You've got to take the bitter with the sweet."
"The Lord's always took care of me," she went on. " I thank God for every day I'm alive."
Words of wisdom, I say.
Before we left her house, she offered me some plants from her tidy flower beds.
I was more than happy to dig up some "starts," and I told her I would make a Louise garden when I got home.
My new perennials are in the ground now. Little Oaklee "helped" me water them.
I'm excited to see what kind of bloom my new plants will produce.
And when they bloom, I will ask Oaklee if she remembers that she helped me plant them.
I'll think of a warm fall day, and visiting with the donkeys by the fence, and playing volleyball at dusk with two very short players.
And I will recall Louise, her faith and convictions.
Who knows what will become of those "starts?
But I'm very hopeful. And maybe I will pass them along some day.
What do I do to restore mental health?
I take a walk...spend time out in the fresh air...cook something nourishing and homemade...spend time with family.
A walk in the hood this evening with the grandbabies after a long day was definitely restorative.
When I feel restored, my creative energy rises.
And I begin to think I can pull out another NaBloPoMo.