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Good eveing CoCo
I dont unerstand the blackspot on the roses.
I have sprayed them with natural and chemical Compounds and nothing helps. Nothing sadder than a leafless rose bush. This year I am cutting of any funky looking leaves and trashing them seperatily.
Oh and I love Rodies. I love Rhodisain Ridgeback dogs too , but thats another story.
Good morning, soft and eva:
Yes, eva, it is a puzzle, and, yet, not all my roses succumb to it. Was watching the wind rustle through the trees earlier, soft ... love it!
Have a wonderful day!
CoCo
I am blessed with my beloved wife and friend. Between reading, cooking, fave TV progs., 2 newspapers, the internet, 2 dogs, 1 cat, 4 bird feeders, Three G. kids who would rather be here than home next door, etc. it is difficult to find time to be 'down' but it seems a part of my personality to always be fighting a quiet war with depression. I accept it as part of the "rich tapestry" that is my life.
Yes, Glander, it is, indeed, a rich tapestry!
Though alone, I enjoy much of what you have mentioned. Helping with the kiddies takes my mind off myself. I'm still useful despite my moving at a noticeably s l o w e r p a c e ...
Take care,
CoCo Ages Gracefully
Hi, CoCo.
I just try to take it easy from dawn to dusk.
The medications I'm on tend to slow things down; I've resigned myself to the fact that my days of running hither and thither are gone.
Good morning, Syl!
I understand and agree. On occasion - on auto-pilot, it would seem - I bustle about and feel young again, only to stop short and ask myself, "Hey, what gives?" Dealing with vertigo for 3 days now, I am up and about, but I have to watch my step.
Take care of yourself, dear lady.
CoCo Moves (somewhat)
Dealing with vertigo for 3 days now, I am up and about, but I have to watch my step.
Oh, dear.
I know exactly how you feel.
May the Holy One give you comfort and succor.
This was my take on being 'down' five years ago:
Cascade Locks, Oregon
Here in the heart of the Columbia River gorge we live beneath the looming, snow covered crags of the Cascade mountain range where the Columbia River cuts through its spectacular canyon about 1500 feet deep and a mile wide.. We are on the Oregon side of the river and when we step out on the porch we literally must look almost straight up to see the peaks. I have been building a tool shed out in the back but can only work a couple of hours at a time because of the rain and cold of the last few weeks. Today, after a couple of hours, the rain started to turn to snow so I stowed the tools and put the tarp over my material and secured it with big rocks. I went in and stripped off my wet clothes and got into some dry ones, turned on the heat under the pot of split pea and ham soup I made yesterday and poured myself a glass of Cabernet. As I ate my soup and watched the snow drift down I reflected on all the things that are going on in my life right now that are making me feel sad. Last year brought more than its share of bad news and the ripples have gone on and on. As many of you know, I don't believe in a god. I think that what we see is what we get. But there is a lot we can do to deal with reality in a positive way. I have a couple of bird feeders outside the window and I watch the little junkos and chickadees taking advantage of the windfall I have provided. They are so preoccupied with simple survival that they have no time to feel worry or sadness. They look very happy to have this food available in the winter and that's all they concern themselves with. I've got to concentrate on being happy with a roof over my head and a bowl of hot soup. I know it will get better.
Thanks, Syl, for your kindly concern, wishing me His blessing and, Glander, for that window back in time. I am an avid fan of the Pacific Northwest since childhood, particularly since having read all Betty MacDonald's books regarding her life in the Cascades and on Vashon Island, Puget Sound.
Back to the patio and watching my trees sway in the breeze, their gentle susurration filling my empty soul ...
CoCo Breathes
Good to remember the many people who are silent heroes, quietly fighting off the gloom. A kind word might be all someone needs at that moment to get over a rough patch.
