Yesterday was Heaven

I went out yesterday for several hours and I felt like an animal must feel when caged for some time and is then released. We had an errand to run in Asheville so I basked in the delight of sunshine, leaves, breezes blowing and just even in sitting in the car while Wayne grocery shopped. I had not worn my "boot" that was given to me to wear instead of that awful splint I had post op. The boot is even worse. It makes my foot hurt something fierce while on and I am not able to move my foot around in the car because the boot is so large and cumbersome. I was very careful not to put weight on my injured foot. I could prop the foot up on the dashboard and lean back and be cool. I said my obligatory prayer and 95 Allah'u'Abhas and then just sang as many of the Baha'i songs that I have committed to memory that came to mind. I had a ball! I was at peace with myself and felt so liberated just being out of the house. Isn't that the weirdest?
After we drove home I was able to go into the basement for the first time since I returned home from AZ. I rolled around in my "wheels" and saw all of the progress Wayne has struggled to make to create the room we want in the basement. There is still much work to be done yet it looks much better now. We need a "family work day" to really make a difference in a short amount of time. Any takers on that?
After my time in the basement I then "hopped" onto the golf cart and rode around the property to see all of the outside work Wayne has accomplished this summer. He has transplanted wild daisys and violets into our rock wall/garden along with some of my creeping pholx from the entrance to the driveway out front. Our newly planted boxwoods survived the winter and look healthy. They just need to do a lot of growing. We rode around the "lower" flat area where the house site once was and critiqued the erosion spots. Things look like they are holding up fairly well. Back up in the front yard I saw the transplanted raspberry bushes taken from our property along the road way away from the house and yard. We hope they will survive and give us raspberries by next year.
Gotta run, breakfast is redy. Love to all...