Today the ugly is gone from CRSC...
(That's the Chippewa River Sheep Company)
Would you all please help me, in spirit, with the ceremonial burning of the 'Darth Vader' boot?
After 3 months and 6 days I got the ok to kick off my old 'friend'. Yes, Murphy's Law (why did I name my pup Murphy?) didn't end but also included an infection and skin graft, blah, blah, blah, still on-going...never mind.
So...picture sitting by a nice little bonfire, the spitting and crackling flames competing with the murmur of the waterfall...softly lit so that the side of the porch flickers and the tree frogs dart from shadow to shadow, a gentle breeze shaking the leaves overhead...
And we say a prayer to the pond gods that NO one else EVER has to wear THE BOOT...and
We chuck the sucker into the flames, pour another glass of wine, and tell big stories as we sacrifice to boot to the nether world!
This weekend I shall plant a tree in honor of the occasion.
Not sure exactly when I'll be able to get my foot wet, ie. hop into the pond to divide plants and such. But at least I don't have to hobble anymore. Thank you all for your kind words and uplifting humor during the recovery from hell. I treasure you all.