dying grass, 2nd degree burns, and raw sewage... oh my!

It all happens, yet again...

I am always amazed at what still (or rather barely) remains when I return from my travels for any period of time. I returned from an absolutely wonderful weekend journey to Paso Robles. Why did I venture so far north? well, you will have to ask the right question to just the right person, and then you will have been blessed as I am blessed.

Not to put all of that aside, because I defiantly can't and won't put it aside, but... what does dying grass, 2nd degree burns, and raw sewage have to do with me and my amazing weekend? The answer is that I now have all of them!

Yes, I am still trying to nurse my garden back to health, yes I was grilled this weekend and not just when I went to Paso, and yes someone in my house decided to run their entire salad through the garbage disposal in stead of just putting it in the trash.

Oh Lord, the adventures that you give me... I praise you for every single one of them.

...albeit some more than others, if you catch my drift.

Why would I choose to see a 2nd degree burn on my right arm as an adventure you ask? Not so much for the experience of being burnt (because I am well aquainted with that sensation) but for what comes of it. For example, when I returned from my recent 5 weeks of travels my lovely rose trees were almost dead, but after a little bit of tender care and nourishment not to mention water, I have begun to see the first blossoming roses. I see them and my heart rejoices to know that the best is yet to come.