Puppywoods and Sleep

The puppywoods and I hang on

I find dogwoods to be some of the most elegant of blooms. I don’t know that my puppywoods will ever grow into dogwoods but they keep hanging on despite not getting any bigger. My brother in law, Dennis, got these trees for us. The white one in memory of my father, the pink one in memory of my sister, Judi. Judi loved pink so much.

Go little lenten rose, go. Make those seeds. We need more of you. You always offer such hope as one the earliest flowers.

Every year I have to look up the name of these delightful little things. Star of Bethlehem. Their little green and white striped buds are always as refreshing as a cold gin and tonic on a hot day. So crisp and clean. Just beautiful.

I must admit that Ernie took these pictures while I coughed, blew my nose and cleared my throat over and over on the couch. I am much better though, at long last. Now that the coughing is less I can finally sleep again. I think I set a personal record and slept THIRTEEN hours last night. I must say it’s the first day I haven’t woken utterly exhausted but I am still astounded. The magic elixir is a gummy and one Unisom. The Unisom quickly becomes ineffective for me and I can’t double it or it sets off my Restless Legs Syndrome (geez) but it helps for a few days and then back in the drawer it goes. It knocks me out fast, the gummy keeps me asleep for a while and then sheer exhaustion does the rest. Thank you, sleep. Thank you.

And thank you puppywoods, and the whole lot of you, plants, flowers, and friends.

Onward.

Love,
Cynthia