Yesterday was liberation day for us. Ev and I finally declared ourselves sick and tired of being sick and tired following our two-week bout with Covid. My verse for the day, the one I began chapter one with for the twenty-ninth book I’ve begun was from 2 Corinthians 9:10-11 which says: “He who supplies seed to the sower and bread for food will also supply and increase your store of seed and will enlarge the harvest of your righteousness. You will be enriched in every way so that you can be generous on every occasion, and through us your generosity will result in thanksgiving to God.”
Yes, God got us through the Covid thing without hospitalization and brought us through, unlike so many others. This strain, we understand, is not terrible, although it was for us. We were both struck down by fatigue and wracking coughs. Ev took the Paxlovid stuff, tested negative, then got a rebound case worse than the first. I could not tolerate the meds and stopped after two doses. Because I was recovering from hip surgery, I was already somewhat weakened physically, emotionally, and psychologically, I think. I was surprised how quickly my optimism failed after day and night illness with no improvement in sight. We are both thankful our kids were still out of school and could be of some assistance.
Yesterday, we began the day with breakfast at our favorite cafe, then a trip to the orthopedist’s office to reschedule my post-op and PT appointments which I’d cancelled more than once. Then we drove past the new church property where we watched big-style Tonka toys removing trees and building access. We had missed the groundbreaking ceremony. After waiting nearly two years for the project to begin in earnest, we were thrilled to see things happening.
Then we did some serendipity things. We picked out trelises for our maiden’s wreath vine which used to grace a tree in our back yard. A storm several months ago broke the tree and we though the vine was destroyed too. We are happy to see another tree shoot, now about seven feet tall, and near it, a revitalized vine. This time we will train the vine away from the tree. Can’t wait to see it bloom beautifully attached to a three-piece trellis.
Then we chased the fire department brush truck to a nearby brush fire. Yesterday was a beautiful blue-sky day with no wind at all. The firemen, thank God, made quick work of the fire as we watched the thick black smoke turn to a small white column. Since we were near the city park out on Malabar, we did a driving tour of the park. It is beautiful. We enjoyed seeing well-manicured fields for about every sport are there, lovely walking paths and small ponds, and facilities for picnics and gathering.
We enjoyed our first few hours of freedom out of the house. Of course, I returned to my shaggy gardens I haven’t been able to tend since June. I’ve made arrangements for friends to come and get the plants I’ve loved well. I just can’t take care of them any longer. But the way my gardens look is a blot on my sensibilities.
I did get to begin writing my next book. So things are looking forward, and I know the harvest is being planted. I even made breadsticks to go with our lasagna dinner, which was delicious. That makes two meals I’ve made this week. The Thai pork leftovers will be great for lunch. Things are looking up, and I am thankful.
Sometimes the little things become a rich harvest, and yesterday was one of those.
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