There is an expression used in dyeing yarn with an Iron Mordent, - it saddens the colours,
and this is what the misty, rainy weather has done to the surrounding hills
as we travel back and forth over the Yellow Lake Pass to Penticton,
to sit with Charles in the hospital.
as we travel back and forth over the Yellow Lake Pass to Penticton,
to sit with Charles in the hospital.
His hip is healing nicely, but because of his age
he is having a rocky time with
post-op delirium
and yesterday we found him quite lucid first thing in the morning
but by noon we were all on board ship around his bed, and he was cautioning us
not to go too near the railing.
I hope tomorrow will be better.
They say the sun will shine.
But what could be more lovely than these
rich rusts and golds that change each day,
depending upon where the mist swirls.
Here at home the garden takes on the subtle shades of fall.
and across the little undeveloped parkland the shrubs and trees shimmer in the rain
These daily trips through gorgeous autumn colours are lovely and quiet,
but not quite adequate compensation for a healthy husband.
