Fridays with Dolce

Yesterday, before the rain started again, I decided to take Mommy for a walk  down to the stream. She tried desperately to put on my rain boots – but I would have none of that.

Along the way we stopped at the gardens to see how her other "babies" are doing. The cutting garden is popping colour everywhere.

 I was trying to make a new friend.

Mommy wouldn't let me play with Mr. Garden Snake - see a challenge.

No butterflies to chase today.

Finally we arrive at my favourite area - the stream.

There is always a new friend to discover.

Did you spot Mr. Frog above in the water.

Taking a rest before setting back to the house.

I'm really not tired but Mommy needs a rest.

Look at the pretty pink wild flowers.

Hmmm.... looks like Daddy better weed his vegetable garden.        

Maybe I should have listen to Mommy, and wore my boots.

But I'm not going to let her know that and

you don't tell her either, it'll be our little secret.

I hope you enjoyed my walk today- see you next Friday!

Paws  for now- Dolce

Angel Garden - expansion

The plants for our expanded Angel Garden arrived Wednesday!!! I'm so excited.

The prepped expanded area waiting for the arrival of its new inhabitants.

Hopefully the weather will cooperate, so that we may get these

babies into the earth, this week-end.

Stop The World! I Want To Get On

Some days when things just seem to be spinning out of control [which lately seems like more often] it appears that I’m looking in from somewhere out in the universe. I see the life I had, I can feel it, smell it and taste it; then it’s gone and I’m left floating in the Milky Way wondering what black hole holds the mystery door to a new life.

Will this new life be better? Will it be less than what I had? Will my circle of friends and family be there? How will people see me in this new life? What will drive me, be my passion? Will people always see me as the girl who once was and now the girl that was struck by a car? The variables to these questions play in my head like chess pieces. The right move - success; the wrong move and well you know. I wish the world would just stop long enough for me to get on, at that exact moment that everything changed.

Have you gotten back on the world? If so, how did you do it? If not, what strategies do you find have kept you moving forward?