April 20, 2012

  • Moments

      One of the side effects of Lyme is what my friend's call Lyme Brain. I have tried to avoid acknowledging it's presence, but this funky moments of not remembering something and then having it affirmed that I'd known this for years had been occurring for years under the diagnosis of Fibromyalgia. They were becoming more frequent and were one of the reasons I sought the expertise of The Lyme Whisperer before I knew him to be The Lyme Whisperer. When he was an unassuming, run of the mill physiatrist. Today I was outdoors, where the plants are thrusting thru the warming earth.  I saw a ring of flat upright leaves and asked Erik what we planted there. He said it's the irises that have been there for years. 

       I did not remember that. But I know he is right. I did, however, remember planting the Bleeding Heart roots from friend Marcy. And they are pushing through, reddish bronze in color, leaves delicately folded into a pointed fan. They are next to the Dutchman's Breeches and they are some of my favorite flowers. 

     Blessings abound