This day reminds me again of my good fortune. August 7 is my best friend's wedding anniversary. We were married two weeks apart in 1971 and stood up for each other. But her life changed forever when her husband was killed by a drunk driver in the middle of an April afternoon in 2000. Every day since then has been a struggle for her. And tonight, we attended a memorial service for a classmate whose ill-health caused her to suffer dreadfully over the past few years. All I have is a little toothache. My husband and I are eating ice cream and soon our family will arrive to celebrate birthdays, retirements, graduations and our 44th anniversary. So many blessings!
The deer finished off the last few daylilies in the forest bed. Only about twenty plants still have a few blooms. I can still look forward to Fat Lady Sings which is still in the bud stage, although the deer nipped off the top buds. This was certainly the most productive and beautiful daylily season we've ever had.
Ever-so-Ruffled
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