April 20, 2015
Before I get into today’s post I wanted to let you know a few things going on with Sarah.
We recently found out that she is going to need oral surgery to have two wisdom teeth removed, which she will be sedated for. When she gets fully recovered, she will then have another procedure to correct an extruding top molar.(An extruded tooth is one that has migrated beyond its normal position.) And then when she is over all of THAT, she will be sedated again for her follow-up colonoscopy. (If you remember last year, several polyps were found.) So a few not-so-fun things ahead for our girl!
On the good side of what’s coming up, she finishes her freshman year of college the first week of May and then the week after that, she will attend a week-long leadership and discipleship conference for college students. Most of the students attending will drive/fly in, but for her, it will be about 10 minutes away,since it’s being held in a big house near the ocean, right on the Outer Banks. She will, of course, stay the whole week and not come home at night—just like all the other attendees. She’s looking forward to that, but she is not so much looking forward to the surgeries and procedures that will come after that.
And speaking of Sarah, here are a few pictures from a year ago when she graduated High School. I am posting them for a reason that you’ll discover as you read further.
(Photos by Stacey McDonald.)
All those photos were taken at the entrance area to the Elizabethan Gardens which, up until last Friday, Steve and I had never toured. However, after 5 1/2 years of living just two miles away, we figured it was finally time We spent two hours there, awash in the beauty of a 70-degree sunny day, statues, birdsong, plants, flowers—and of course, plenty of pollen.
I loved this scene, especially with the (as it turns out, fake) bird sitting on the cage.
As we got a little closer, we caught sight of a truly rare bird which the Audubon Society has identified as the yellow-bellied, plastic tweety bird. It appears that the two fake birds are the best of friends although I don’t think they talk to each other a whole lot.
I loved that the ground was carpeted in flowers–the very best kind of carpet ever invented.
Pathway meandering was a joy.
We stood together and read this inscription and got a little teary-eyed in the process. When you’re in your 50’s, those kinds of words mean a lot more than when you were newlyweds.
We got to make the acquaintance of Queen Elizabeth.
Like the two birds earlier, she didn’t have a whole lot to say to us but we enjoyed saying howdy, just the same.
One of my favorite places was the big lawn. A sign informed us that at first, only the wealthy had the time or money to cultivate a well-manicured lawn that was purely decorative; therefore, a big lawn was a status symbol. (These days it’s just a sign that you need a riding mower!)
One of the highlights was the Sunken Garden. I kept feeling like someone from Downton Abbey was going to pop out at any moment.
Near the sunken garden was a gazebo with a sign saying it was constructed with period tools and techniques. The reeds for the roof came from Norfolk, England.
My sharp-eyed husband noted some pretty modern looking screws beneath those wooden plugs.
We walked by some people working and I found myself wondering how many thousands of hours a year it must take to maintain such a place. My hat is off to those who work so hard to make it beautiful.
This gate led to the water and was called the Watergate. I love names that are elegant in their simplicity.
There were little benches tucked all over, everywhere we looked. One of my favorite features.
It was fun to think we were looking at the same tree the colonists saw. What a different world it was back then. They were amazing, brave people–especially the women.
At one point along the way, Steve wrested the camera from my grasp and got a picture, (My shoes were $3 from a thrift store. I looked them up online and they usually sell for $130. Hooray for a comfortable bargain!)
For his picture, he decided his admissions sticker would make a lovely addition to his nose. And he was right!
One more view of the queen from a distance . . .
and then we were back to the starting point.
We left behind amazing beauty as went back out to the real world, but we took with us the memories of time shared and love treasured.
A truly lovely day.
Thrift stores, fuzzy socks
and conversing with my Yorkie
are all on the list of things I love.