Winnie loves to grow things. Calling her a “natural gardener” may be a fair statement even though she did grow up in a small farming village. Having seen the village she grew up in with it’s wonderful small vegetable plots surrounded by hundreds of acres of rice fields, I’m not too surprised she’s good with plants. But she really does love to grow plants and work in gardens.
She is also extremely resourceful.
Among the souvenirs Winnie brought back from China on her recent trip was an 11-disk set of DVDs containing the Chinese classic series “Journey to the West.” Now, as part of our evening routine whenever Winnie and I are both home, we watch one or two episodes. Although it’s only in the Chinese national language (no subtitles) I am able to mostly follow the action with Winnie’s help explaining the dialog. Watching these series has becoming a lot of fun.
My writing has been light lately, and there’s actually a good reason for this; a better reason that just not feeling like writing. I finally finished rebuilding my boat “Sea Dreams” enough that I could get her back in the water, and that event has pretty much taken first priority.
Winnie returned home in Virginia from her month long visit to China Sunday morning. She reports she had a nice visit traveling around different family in different towns around south-eastern China. However, her flying experience coming back to the U.S. left something to be desired.
It’s been a fast month. Spring is officially here and not a day too soon. It’s still not nearly warm enough for my liking but every day gets better. The boating season has begun, but my boat is not ready for the water. Beyond all that, Winnie’s gone to China trusting in me to keep her plants alive until she returns.
She is a very trusting soul indeed.
After nearly three years and many adventures in the New World, Winnie left today to go visit her family. One catch with marrying a person who lived halfway around the planet; going to visit family takes a lot of planning.
After writing, Hiding in Plain Sight, a story about the possible discovery of an Indian Burial Mound on my neighbors’ property, I began to reflect back on my own near death experience, (NDE) three years ago April 2005. I was in church helping out at a funeral for a 17 year old boy in our congregation, when I suffered a near fatal brain aneurysm.
The recent series of Posts by AlyceClover has gotten me thinking about some of the mysterious events I’ve been around. I have the dubious distinction of having lived in two areas currently considered to be UFO hot spots; Pine Bush, New York, and Pascagoula, Mississippi. Pascagoula has the added distinction of being a hot spot for ghosts and haunted places.
Here’s to wishing all Mother’s in the United States a Happy Mother’s Day. For those families who actually live within commuting distance of “Mom,” be sure to take her out to breakfast, lunch, dinner, or at least stop by and say hello. For those of us too far away to commute, at least give dear old Mom a call….after sending a card or some flowers… Read a short history of Mother’s Day on the flip.
Two weeks after my first backyard Indian Arrowhead find, I found several more. April is a busy outdoor clean up time for me and it was while weeding in the same area where I found the first, several more were unearthed. One arrowhead find is no big deal, but finding several in one area means something more was going on in that particular spot. Possibly some kind of religious ceremony was held in my backyard hundreds to maybe thousands of years ago. This could explain the earlier chanting heard that I wrote about in a previous story, Indian Arrowhead Spirit.
