An unhurried stroll through our woods on a beautiful day is always a pleasurable experience.
Cycling was suggested, but I saved that for another time.
I am reading a new book we received in an early Easter gift basket from our daughter Starla.
The book is titled, "Secrets of Longevity, Hundreds of Ways to Live to be 100."
It was written by Dr. Mao Shing Ni, a 38th generation physician specializing in longevity.
Written in clear, precise language, his answers to living longer are simple, but powerful food for thought.
It looks like either activity chosen today was beneficial toward good heart health and longer life. We try to keep in harmony with our environment, as he suggested.
This senior does not know all of Dr. Mao's secrets. Only a few pages of the useful book have been turned, since I stopped to connect with you.
I sure have had a lot of medical concerns and testing lately.
I was puzzled when I learned the medicine that I am to start taking this week is most commonly used to treat men with prostate problems. Briefly, a rhetorical question tumbled out of my pursed lips and tickled my funny bone.
I heard good news when I called the office of my health care provider this morning, in regard to the mammogram test I had at Clara Fairbanks last week.
I missed the call Friday. I was helping tear down and service the garden tiller, in the garage, when the nurse's call came in.
By the time I reached the phone and responded to the message in my voice mail, the office closed for the weekend. I worried since. The blood pressure elevated, and I fell victim to three restless nights.
Again, I agree with Dr. Mao. The walk that I took was calming and good for the heart.
Dr. Norman Vincent Peale's written words taught me to think positive, and I try.
I have spent most of my life worrying about and caring for others, and if something should go wrong with me, that would still be my biggest concern.
I worry about Paul Baby and the four-legged black lady with the long ears and expressive eyes.
My charges seem so helpless when I am around. What if ...?
The garden plants in the southernmost windowsill of the little blue house at the end of the road have germinated. They are drinking in the warm sunshine, already dancing happily in the gentle tepid mist that quenches their thirst when needed. The field next to my house will soon be ready to plant.
I am thinking corn will be the grain crop of choice this year. Could be, if the weather pattern does not vary, it won't be long before we can work our garden space and plant the seeds and starts into the fertile soil.
The purple plum trees are in bloom. Last year, the fruit trees bore only a small amount of fruit. The garden's bounty was smaller as well. Insects did not feed as much on what hung on until harvest time.
Deer and other garden foragers were less interested in the meager pickings also.
After many years of practice, digging up the dirt and playing the exciting two-player game of gardening, if all goes well, we are ready to gamble on the results of another growing season.
The rewards are well worth the effort.
Thanks to my readers who called and/or e-mailed me last week. I sure did enjoy our phone conversations and the online messages.
Pearl, thank you for your bedtime prayer. God must have heard both of us.
I can be reached by phone at 446-4852 or by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.