Greensleeves

Look at this color
out of a dream
Ithink I would call it
Peaches and Cream

Tracy is ready
with the stock from her farm
Nothing is better
to show love, light, or charm

I am always amazed
at the work that she does
I have deep admiration
for this woman, because…

…She prepares and she plants
she waters and weeds
She knows about bulbs
and the soil and the seeds

Every day of her life
is a day “at the gym”
She approaches her work
with vigor and vim

Year after year
she always comes through
Gifting her flowers
is the right thing to do!

For a special occasion,
for a funeral spray,
to brighten a home,
or a bride’s wedding day

It can’t get more local
than the farm called “Lick Creek”
and a stand stocked with flowers
week after week!

💚🌷🌷🌷

Hello and good morning to you! We finally made it to a much anticipated Friday. Sounds like it might a wet weekend for Easter egg hunting. Hope you and your family enjoy the Easter holiday.
The day has finally arrived, it’s our first weekend of tulip sales! Tulips will be available in the farm stand at 8 am today, April 4th. Each bundle is $20 each, we accept cash and venmo. Double tulips are not quite ready to harvest as they are normally one of the last to bloom.
Have a great weekend and happy Easter!
Best regards
Tracy
2757 W. 1000 S.
Pendleton, Indiana
765-623-5525

4/1/26 5:51 p.m.

Great dinner for my last night at Bennett Rehab. Pot roast, carrots, new potatoes.
I have passed my final assessments and attained the score I needed in Quality Indicators (42 out of 42) to be “allowed” (ready and safe) to go home.
Just a final thank you to all who have kept me in their thoughts and prayers. I have definitely felt each one.
💚💚💚💚

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4/1/26 9:32 a.m.

Tomorrow, tomorrow
I discharge tomorrow …
After a long, long stay
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3/31/26 9:53 a.m.
My sister used to say, “There’s always room for Jell-o.”
And that’s how I feel about the chaplain who comes over the p.a. to pray every morning and every evening. And today he also sang a nice hymn. I have to believe that,no matter what our religious/spiritual convictions are, it is beneficial to have someone sending the best possible energy and hope out into the universe on our behalf. While I do say my own prayers, I am happy to know that this chaplain and so many of you are keeping me in your thoughts. Thank you. I believe that prayer works.  Against statistics and odds, I am here, and I feel for certain that it is because of prayer just as much as it is modern medicine.
So I want to wish you a Happy Easter, and I will delight in thinking about your children in their Easter finery and gloves and hats on little girls. I will think of hymns you sing from pews and the vibration of the church organs.
We used to sing “Abide With Me” at summer camp in Michigan. The harmonies were beautiful.

💚🙏

3/30/26 11:25 a.m.

I have to say that this “hospital food” is not at all bad. In fact, the dining service does a wonderful job. I’ve probably had a more balanced diet in my three weeks here than I’ve had in my last three months at home. 🤫
Thing is, I have a sweet tooth. And I do not suffer in that area, even here. But a girl can only take so much sherbet. And last night, after chicken quesadillas, I craved a bit of chocolate. Embarrassed as I was to ask, I pressed my call button. The magic voice answered, “ Your call light is on; how can we help you?” “Is there a vending machine on this floor?” I asked.
Quick as a flash, Donna, my tech, appeared in my room, got the wheelchair ready, adjusted the brakes so I could move safely from my bed to the chair, and we dug my wallet out of my bag. (I can walk with my walker, but the chair is so much faster. And this was serious business, so I cheated.)😉
It’s important that you have an image of my tech, Donna, in your mind. She is small but mighty, probably 5’2”. Wiry and moves with the speed of a a jack rabbit. I outweigh her by at LEAST fifty pounds.
We took off like a shot down the hall, me clutching my wallet. Rounding the corner, I saw the open door and the glow of the vending machines—one crackers and candies, the other drinks. By some stroke of luck I had plenty of bills and coins. At first glance I saw m&m’s and Milky Way, neither of which I like. But then, behind the compartment 501 window, I saw it. A Butterfinger. I haven’t had one for years. Just a touch of chocolate around that barky orange inside that makes your jaws stick together slightly. I was so excited. I tried to feed in my first dollar. Wouldn’t go. I tried another. Nope. Even my quarter went sailing into the slot but dropped out in the dish below. Donna tried, too. It just wouldn’t work. Machines hate me.
Then I decided to try my debit card. I asked Donna to scoot the chair back so that I could see the microscopic diagram of how to insert my card. I swiped and saw those three magic words, “Card was accepted.” And then, “Make your selection.”
This was it…. I couldn’t mess it up. With the caution and precision of a scientist handling plutonium, I pressed 5.0.1. Nothing happened.
I started over with the card. Then 501. Thunk. The Butterfinger dropped down into the drawer marked “ PUSH.” I asked Donna to scoot the chair back so that I could reach that drawer. It was too low and too hard to push the door in far enough. Donna was on the case in seconds flat. I offered to get her something. She refused, saying, “I pack what I need when coming to work.”
“But we’ve worked so hard and have come so far!” I pleaded. Let’s both have a treat! She still refused.

Back in my room, I gingerly unwrapped my treat and switched on the TV. Viewing selection is less than extensive; choices included football, various newscasts, “Jumanji” and Spanish programs. I settled for “Finding Nemo.” It actually was a great choice, as it reminded me of my kids calling me Dory in 2004 when my brain tumor was diagnosed and I had no short-term memory. Gotta laugh or you’ll cry.

I am always excited
to examine my tray
when mymeals are delivered
day after day

I sometimes have cravings
for something that’s sweet
for “cleansing my pallet”
right after I eat

Thank goodness for Donna
who pushed me along
She’s just a wee thing
but, man, is she strong! 💪🏼

We zipped past the rooms
the wind in my hair
I have joy, I have ease
from the wheels
on my chair

It was just like nirvana
to savor that bar
my sweetest sensation
In my stay here so far

So, NO, I’m not starving
the food here is great
I can call to the kitchen
and just have to wait

💚🍫

3/28/26 11:44 a.m.

I’ve been staring at way too much TV these last few weeks. And the air in the hospital is dry. But today one of the home improvement shows featured a man who renovated a home (with his daughter) FOR his father. As the young man spoke about his purpose and motivation behind doing this for his dad, I found myself tearing up—to the very edges but not overflowing. It was so soothing to my weary eyes. Silver lining to feeling melancholy.

Termites in siding
Windows with rot
Buy for the view
In an idyllic spot

A wide-open concept
Maybe a pool
The perfect location
That’s close to the school

Look at those hardwoods
demo that wall
make room for a bathroom
at the end of the hall

All the emotion
from weeks on my back
missing MY home
and the father I lack;

His life was construction
for so many years
I find my relief
in the pooling of tears

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Tonight’s lullaby 3/27 12:22a.m.

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3/21/26

Our adorable dad, gone two years today. If I was at home, I would visit his gravesite to tell him I love and miss him. I would pour his marbles out on a tray to feel them and roll them around in a beam of sunshine. I would have enjoyed my coffee this morning on my couch, using the walnut coffee table he made for my birthday. And I would have planned to have supper at the dining room harvest table he made for me. Now, where I am presently, I am orchestrating generous friends and neighbors to move that table to make room for a bed, when I am discharged. That goal is April 2. Our dad was one of a kind, heart of gold, model human. He loved Pendleton, and the people in town knew that, if his truck was parked at his shop on Caroline Street, he was ready for their visit and a good, long chat about Jesus, pie, the mountains of Pennsylvania where he grew up, deer hunting with his brothers and cousins, anything at all. He was a friend to all.
❤️