I'll start with the most important. Georgia is now 2 weeks out from her foot surgery. Not a fun time, but hopefully it will lead to her ability to walk without the pain she has dealt with for the last year.. and more. The good thing is that I am retired, so as I have told her, she is my job right now. Monday we see the surgeon who I think will remove the cast and remove skin staples and we will see what happens from here. One "little" thing that happened is really hers to tell, but I'm not sure when she will be able to do it, so I'll jump in here and tell the tale. She had considerable consternation before the surgery but during prayer and bible reading, she felt that she had a promise that Jesus would be with her. On the way in to surgery, while the anesthesiologist was establishing a venous line, her vein collapsed and he ended up needing to "dig for it"... Ouch!. Speaking of anesthesiologists, my sister sent this link to something posted by a fellow blogspot user who happens to be an MD radiologist. We'll call it the singing anesthesiologists... Don't miss it. Here's the link.
http://nottotallyrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/waking-up-is-hard-to-do.html

OK, on to the second subject. One of my favorite plants is Sweet Autumn Clematis. You can filter back through my posts to see how we got our original start from a neighbor rather than boring you with it again. It is another neet story, I think. It is a flower that makes you wait all summer for blooms, but when they come, they are glorious. The name is true to form. It doesn't bloom until fall and smells so sweet. Bees and butterflys love it. I'm posting pictures here of what we have come to. I had put the first one on the mailbox. I'm sure the mail lady dreads the fall at our house because she has to reach into this haven for bees to put our mail in the box. From that one, last year, one grew up on the little garden bench in the rose garden, then this year, I left one grow on the porch railing. In some of these pictures you can see all 3 of them in their glory. So early in September, they were covered with sweet white blossoms. Today, I went out and took some more pictures showing the second and I think just as beautiful phase. Each blossom is replaced by these silvery, thready things that catch the light and give a new but equally interesting appearance. While you're looking at the clematis, you can also see our pitiful lawn. Most of the lawns in our neighborhood look like this. Can you see in the later picture that maybe there is a little more green? I think most, if not all of the lawn is dormant rather than dead, but as was stated on "Coffee with the Plant Experts" last Saturday morning on WDWS, "The only way to tell the difference is with water.".. We are in for a few days of rain, so we will soon see if it's time to enlarge flower gardens or mow grass.
The 3rd subject is an addition to my education. I really have trouble believing that I didn't know this, and I'll be you were way ahead of me on this one, but I'm going to tell you what I learned this week. Yesterday was the "first day of fall".. the autumnal equinox. For years I have known that here in Illinois, in the spring, the sun starts coming up 1 minute earlier and sets 1 minute later until the "longest day" on June 21 when it then rises 1 minute later and sets 1 minute earlier until December 21, the "shortest day". I also knew that March 21 (my birthday) was the "first day of spring" and September 21 (not this year) the "first day of fall"... I knew that the term "equinox" and vernal equinox was in there somewhere. Not until now did I really understand that my birthday is the vernal equinox and we just experienced the autumn equinox... Because of my profession, I assumed that the term equinox had something to do with horses in greek mythology.... Not so McGee! Equinox is related to EQUAL, Oh! Yes, the vernal equinox and the autumn equinox are the 2 days of the year in which the daylight and dark hours are EQUAL... Boy can I sound smart when I have learned something new. It only took me 68 years to learn this one. Yes, Judy, I'm 68! and proud of it. But not so proud of the fact that this important fact about my birthday has evaded me for so many years. Now I know why I tend to be so "even keeled"... nuf sed. Oh... on Georgia's bruise, do you see our Savior standing there with his hands out???? We do! And now that we think we are through the worst part of the surgery, the image is fading from her arm. And why not, it is written in her mind and heart.
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