Sunday again and this morning it was time to pay special attention to the garden. The Charlie Brown Peach Tree produced some of the best peaches I have ever tasted. I’ll be taking special care of the tree so that we can enjoy it’s bounty again next year. So many peaches that the neighbors were able to enjoy some too.
I asked the former home owner about the tree. Her husband had been in the back yard eating a peach and he stuck the pit in the ground. That was about 30 years ago. The tree grew so tall that the peaches couldn’t be reached and over the years it was cut back and eventually the ivy just took over the yard and the peach tree.
I’ve been working on a rock garden out front and I’m excavating all kinds of treasures that were left here. Lots of seashells. The next time my nieces head to the coast, I’ll assign them a mission to return most of the seashells to where they came from, so they understand about putting shells back. If you want to see the size of the shell in the photo, just click on it to see the full picture.
I found some Belemnite fossils too, at least I think that’s what these are - anyone care to correct or confirm that for me? If they are, they are millions of years old and their inhabitants were most likely around at the same time dinosaurs roamed the planet. I’m hoping.
Longtime Bay Area News Anchor Pete Wilson died this weekend from a heart attack that occurred while he was having routine hip surgery.
Oh, and to former Governor Pete Wilson: While you or your lackies are busy putting the kibosh on it, take a minute to remember, it’s not all about you.
Tammy Faye passed away today at age 65. You can read more at CBN.
Although I wasn’t all that concerned about the results of the biopsy, I was happy to have the diagnosis confirmed as benign by the doctor. My mind wasn’t focused on any other diagnosis, but, of course, it was there in the background. I am extremely grateful that things turned out the way they did.
The first area to be biopsied was scar tissue, as I suspected. The second area was a fibroadenoma. The word that stuck in my mind for both was “benign” and so when the Doctor said “It’s up to you on how you wish to proceed” I was taken aback. Proceed? Wasn’t I done yet? Seems that a fibroadenoma can grow and I don’t need any more growth in that area. Surgery was still an option.
A friend jokingly wrote in an email, that this has all taken so long, it will soon be time for my next mammogram. She’s not that far off – only eight more months. Caffeine can cause lumps in the breast, so I am going to try and get off the caffeine (again!) and wait until my next mammogram to see how things look. Soy coffee here I come.
Thank you again for the cyber hand holding.
…and Benign! Details later.
Benign
1. having a kindly disposition; gracious: a benign king.
2. showing or expressive of gentleness or kindness: a benign smile.
3. favorable; propitious: a series of benign omens and configurations in the heavens.
4. (of weather) salubrious; healthful; pleasant or beneficial.
No results today - I’ll update tomorrow afternoon, when I will have the results, even if I have to go in in person to get them. Thanks for checking!
I’m still waiting on the biopsy results. The reason for this is that only one person can give the results and the results can only be given on the second Wednesday of the month and then only if the moon is waxing gibbous ….. or is it waning gibbous? In any event, this special person should be calling me this Wednesday and I will, at last, have the results. Thanks to everyone for thinking of me and emailing me.
I just returned home from a few days in the Sierra Nevada foothills and I’m munching grapes that I picked from the vine this morning. Life is good.
The Jack Rabbits are eating my beautiful deep purple flowers. They come across the street especially for that little delicacy of Verbena. Just the flowering part of the plant. I had envisioned a lovely carpet of purple in front of the house. In order to have that vision come true, I would need to shoo the rabbits away, but I enjoy watching Jack Rabbits eating purple flowers much more than I enjoy looking at the purple flowers.
My peach tree has quite the bounty of peaches this year. A tree that was slated for removal after having spent years under the Ivy that was so loved by the previous resident. My neighbor calls it my “Charlie Brown Peach Tree”. To me it’s just a miracle, that it went to such great lengths to let me know, that in spite of it’s appearance, it was still very much alive. If you want to see what the entire tree looks like, click on the picture of the peaches.
The grape vine always surprises me. The withered vine spends the winter playing dead. Come the spring it fills out with leaves, making a lovely green fence and this year the grapes are plentiful.
I enjoy watching the wildlife here. The Jack Rabbits, squirrels, doves, hummingbirds and even a fox or two. The quail go parading down the street with their tiny babies in tow. There are less of them now that the nearby crows have roosted. Everything eats the babies. It’s a miracle that quails survive at all.
Some Sunday mornings I hear the hissing sound of hot air and look up to see the brightly colored balloons taking sight-seers from the Napa Valley for a ride. I’m going to take that trip someday. Maybe soon.
Miracle Sunday. I have a nice slow start to the day and an extra cup of hazelnut coffee. Miracle Sunday, so dubbed because that’s day that all the plants get their dose of Miracle Grow.
