Aside from sewing and blogging, I try to get out and walk around with my camera. Oh, how I want my barren yard to have something pretty in it too! But it will take time and money.
But I can claim one victory and long held desire: I finally live in a house that has a Japanese maple in the yard. My front yard. I thought it was dead, but look at the new growth.
I can rejoice at the new green showing up on the trees around me.
I can walk down the street and take photos of stone houses with pretty red doors.
I can enjoy the sight of other people's tulips and spring bulbs.
I can look at someone else's white picket fence, and still hope someday I might even have my own.
And maybe even red and white striped awnings on the little blue house.
I can thank Mother Nature for giving me pretty sights up and down the street.
And marvel at their paper-thin beauty blowing staunchly in the Oklahoma wind. Yet they hang on.
And hope, little by little, I might have a garden of my own again.
Until then, I am thankful for these sights to see.
For they renew my hope in tomorrow. (Which, coincidentally, is when I meet my doctor I've been waiting so long to see.)
