Hope all y'all is well.
Granny is decline, an' this time I doan think she will fool the docs. She woan take no food, she hears us'uns, but she cain't respond much. She lies sweetly asleep most of the time. Granny loved her gardens....an' to die in Springtime will seem fittin', when all the earth is resurrected from winter, an' new green life leafing out, an' lovely blooms of every color burst forth- Spring is glorious.
Last year this time, we wuz visited by this beauty. Our huge trees sometimes play host to any number of critters, but this one stayed wif' us a few days. The peacock is symbolic in a number of cultures. Early Christians painted peacocks on the walls of the catacombs. It is a sign of immortality.
This photo is from the Catacombs of Priscilla--Granny visited it in Rome 22 years ago this Spring.I ain't shure when I can git around to yore blogs, but I knows y'all will hold the fort.
