Tree of life

Last Wednesday at the church they were setting up for the Fall Festival.

Someone had donated this grapevine and rope wreath and I had to have it.

If you know me at all you know why.

I am most alive among the tall trees.
We are all connected.
Roots and branches are part of our being.
The forest is my church.

So thankful and grateful for all the love and support given when Brett was so sick. He is pretty much back to himself. So much so that he is wearing a poop costume for his Halloween office visit to the gastroenterologist on Tuesday. It is inflatable. That boy/man is always the joker in the family.

AND…because Brett is doing so well and has a caregiver so that I have free time, Holly ( who hasn’t blipped in a while) is stopping by on her way to Florida. There might be an adventure.