Thank you for your compassionate comments on yesterday’s post. I find I cannot write anything else about it, as the images of that day are still cycling through my brain and I’m haunted by them.
Though I was not up to replying to your comments, believe me, I read each and every one of them.
I won’t even go into the anger I feel towards those who did nothing.
I worry and fret that I could have done more, acted more boldly on behalf of the fawn, but Don reminds me I did all I could possibly do. And so it goes.
It’s been a tough week for us on many fronts, so we remind ourselves to stay positive, to express gratitude for what we’ve been given, to hug our girl, to take time to find some peace in the midst of what appears to be lack. But appearances are not truth. The truth is, we are blessed.
The late afternoon sun creating some highlight and shadow in the den. Caroline must be ready to turn on her lamps for the evening.
If you look closely, you’ll see tiny bug – a spider? – on one of the petals. A lovely surprise that was revealed only when I started to edit this photo.
Today, the technician comes to replace the windshield. I’m going to tackle a little miniature project for Caroline’s house. I’m going to read.
I spent a lot of the past two days mowing our unending lawn. I wanted and needed to do it. It helps to have something physical to do that gives me a short respite from sadness and anger as I concentrate on the task at hand. And I have a bit of control, you see; at the end of the task, I see beautiful results.
It’s hot and humid here, so summer is still going strong.