Between my husband's heart attack and my bronchitis, this has been a week spent in recovery. We are grateful to be able to do this in such a beautiful part of the Northwoods.
The grandkids love the bit of Africa we added to the lake.
We are surrounded by woods.
Sometimes we have visitors.
Not usually the black and dangerous kind that raid trash cans.
By mid August summer is already ending. I took this the other day on the way home from my husband's cadiac rehab appointment.
It is amazing to us how quickly life returns to normal following a heart attack. There is a bonsai tree on the deck, a bouquet on the dining table--gifts from praying friends. There is a huge basket of medcation bottles to be taken morning, evening or both, and we now study the ingredients labels in the supermarket for fats and sodium. But mostly life goes on. Yet it will never be quite the same. We are grateful for every new day together, every last moment in this beautiful world of our Creator.
LeAnne Hardy has lived in six countries on four continents. Her books come out of her cross-cultural experiences and her passion to use story to convey spiritual truths in a form that will permeate lives.