River healing

River healing

We gather at the river, family and friends, in celebration. One of our members, badly wounded, has come home to begin her long recovery here.

The grass path that carves through shrub-stubbled marshes concludes at the water’s edge. In the past, it has always been an easy stroll, frequently made throughout an average day.

But now, helping my sister Amy thread her way with metal walker, we experience a different pace. That small rise becomes a studied climb, this protruding root an obstacle requiring careful consideration.

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But do they fit?

Unfortunately no, they do not.

In order to tell this tale of frustration, it will be necessary to go back to the beginning. Some 15 years ago, Barb and I had each bought two pairs of Red Ball ultralight waders. She had cleverly cut and re-sewn them so that they were waist waders rather than chest waders. This was done to prevent either of us from wading too deeply into swift currents.

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The butterfly garden

It’s the height of butterfly season. Last weekend I counted six different kinds of butterflies in my yard, flitting around between flowers, sunning or helping themselves to the moisture and minerals available in the soil I had recently watered. Even though there seemed to be a lot of butterflies around, I thought I could attract more varieties if I had an area focused on doing just that, so I sat down to design a butterfly garden.

The goal

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