tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999389688482604348.post2666708350403791137..comments2023-12-08T19:02:30.668-06:00Comments on Walk2Write in Florida: Glucklicher Vatertag, America!walk2writehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13501812375142037251noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999389688482604348.post-5017173429599572492008-06-18T16:12:00.000-05:002008-06-18T16:12:00.000-05:00Hi, WS. Glad you could stop by. I also tend to eit...Hi, WS. Glad you could stop by. I also tend to either dwell too much on the past or dread what tomorrow might bring me. I think we're conditioned to do that as we grow up, and it becomes a curse of getting older (at least with me). You're right about gardening, though. It makes me forget about myself and concentrate on bringing out the beauty and order in something, which is probably the only thing I can control.walk2writehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13501812375142037251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999389688482604348.post-66742155084540767712008-06-18T12:33:00.000-05:002008-06-18T12:33:00.000-05:00I've always been drawn to the one line of this poe...I've always been drawn to the one line of this poem: if you can dream and not make dreams your master...<BR/><BR/>It reminds me to live today, and not spend so much time anticipating tomorrow. Gardening does that too.<BR/><BR/>I enjoyed visiting your garden, and look forward to returning.Weeping Sorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05617503185773155102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999389688482604348.post-50373540313728320782008-06-17T07:53:00.000-05:002008-06-17T07:53:00.000-05:00Actually, Rose, the pictures were from a trip my h...Actually, Rose, the pictures were from a trip my husband and I made to Florida at the end of February, before I moved back here by myself. I wanted my husband to remember the good time we had on the beach that day with our daughter, son, and his family. I felt awful that he had to be alone on Father's Day, so I tried to cheer him up a bit with a virtual visit. It's not quite the same as being there in person, but I think it helps. As for the sciatica, I plan on going to the chiropractor this week. I went to a medical doctor about it last year, and all she did was prescribe pain pills, which I declined. I think maybe something is out of alignment in my spine. Thanks for the visit and your concern.walk2writehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13501812375142037251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999389688482604348.post-18001427516566625252008-06-17T06:46:00.000-05:002008-06-17T06:46:00.000-05:00Looks like you had a great Father's Day! Glad you...Looks like you had a great Father's Day! Glad you could spend it with your family. What a sad, and yes ironic, story about Kipling.<BR/>Just read your post about trimming the roses--I got carried away last spring and transplanted a Knockout Rose right before a hard freeze. I thought I had killed it, but it did come back, just in a very strange shape. Yours will probably recover.<BR/>Hope your sciatica is doing better--I had to think about the PITA :)Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01384059342847120951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999389688482604348.post-71571404036022289652008-06-16T14:23:00.000-05:002008-06-16T14:23:00.000-05:00Wow, that is impressive. It is rather a long poem ...Wow, that is impressive. It is rather a long poem to memorize but a worthy one indeed. I learned a rather sad fact about Kipling. His son (presumably the one referenced in the poem) died in a WWI battle, and his body was never found. Kipling was chair of the Imperial War Graves Commission at the time, and one of his responsibilities was to prepare inscriptions for soldiers' monuments and memorials. What a terrible irony for the poor man to endure! Thanks for commenting.walk2writehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13501812375142037251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999389688482604348.post-69977444978342687272008-06-15T18:26:00.000-05:002008-06-15T18:26:00.000-05:00love that. My dear husband has it memorized, and ...love that. My dear husband has it memorized, and has recited it to me on more than one occasion.garden girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13284047851881823280noreply@blogger.com