Back?????

First of all I want to say thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who commented on my last post. What wonderfully caring people all of you are. It made me feel so loved and cared for and even a little teary eyed. My bloggy friends are the best and all of you are so supportive. I'm trying to get back into the swing of blogging slowly. I've really missed being on here. I have been keeping up with your blogs though not commenting very much. I will do better. I just needed time to shake these feelings.

As some of you commented, I do think I was dealing with some depression. It gets really hard to deal with day to day pain that never really goes away. It might lessen on some days but it's still there. I've had to slow down on crocheting because of my right hand. It is swollen most of the time and the fingers just don't want to hold that hook and turn to pick up the thread. Ah well, I'm still plugging along and take lots of breaks. Sometimes I think the breaks outweigh the production.

I did manage to get so photos of some of the trees and flowers in my yard last month.

My pretty pink dogwood.

Red and yellow tulips. (I think these need to be dug up and separated and replanted somewhere else) 

The irises sending their green leaves up. Soon.

Petunias in the pots at the mail box.

And finally, the willow oak starting to green up.

I went out today and took some more photos around the yard. The above photos were made in April. The ones below today, May 17.

White Irises with yellow centers. I had forgotten I had these. 

The petunias are growing.

One lone purple iris getting ready to bloom.

My sweet, treasured magnolia tree loaded with blooms. This tree was an anniversary gift one year and I love it.

And then there is the damage to my poor Magnolia. We have new neighbors next door and the kids (a girl and a boy) have been stripping leaves and breaking branches to "play" with. I almost cried when I found this on Wednesday. I saw them outside yesterday and asked them to please not pull the leaves and break the branches on my tree. I told them it was very special to me and I didn't want to see anything happen to it. They were very polite and said okay and I thanked them, but you better believe I'm keeping a close eye on them.

A bloom getting ready. I call my Magnolia "Maggie May" (yes, I'm a Rod Stewart fan) and she has the biggest, whitest blooms that smell heavenly.

Yes, I know it's a weed but look at the sunshiny yellow.

The Willow Oaks are filling in very nicely. Lots and lots of lovely shade.

Life moves on. Doctors' appointments like crazy this month.  I've had 3 appointments already and one more to go. Whew! Thank goodness for insurance. So far everything has been fine and I hope it stays that way. The last appointment is with the rheumatologist and she and I will be talking about the pain and the depression. 

On to brighter news. My grandchildren!!! Oh how wonderful to be a grandmother. Sweet Ella has finished her first year of preschool. It's so hard to imagine she is old enough for preschool. At 4-1/2, she is such a little lady. Lilly, our little Minnie Mouse loving ball of fire, is 2-1/2 and so full of energy. When we Skype, she yells, "Grammy, watch this" and takes off to who knows where and then laughs and laughs. Elijah, the baby of the family at 1, is such a sweetheart. He looks so much like his Dad (my son) that I get teary eyed each time I see him. 

And then, there is James. Sweet Baby James who was 3 months old on the 9th of May. My goodness where is the time going? He is such an adorably, happy baby. He's discovered his feet and Abby sent me a picture of him with his toes in his mouth. Love it!

I am so proud and happy to be a grandmother of 4. Life is so much better with grandkids around. :)

Okay, I've rambled enough for today. I hope my blogging mojo is back and I will be posting more often. Thank you for listening to my ramblings and my whining. It feels good to have all of you to support me. I love you guys!

Thanks for stopping by. I hope you have a wonderful day wherever you might be.

Hugs,

Sharon