Boom! First I was upright;
and then I was down, humiliated,
hurt and covered in mud.
No, Humpty Dumpty fell not off a wall though there were trees all around today’s downward tumble. And Alice followed not a white rabbit down a hole, but there was a great plunge. And Jack wasn’t fetching a pail of water, but there was a bit of a hill and Jill(AKA Natalie) went down with a huge thud. Sadly but truly, kiddies, I fell hard today. It has rained so much here lately that the ground is so saturated and soggy, and when I went to step on some grass to reach my car, my foot slipped in the mud beneath it and kaboom down I went. The worst part was that my right leg folded backwards underneath me and the full weight of my body crashed down on it. And so very, very sore are my leg and my foot. I’ve been icing it for hours and taking pain meds but it still hurts like holy hell. So I’m shutting this thing down tonight without being able to read your posts. I hope all of you have had a good day.
“‘Nevertheless, I will bring health and healing to it…’” ~Jeremiah 33: 6 ✝
**Images via Pinterest; collage created by Natalie
Mistress Mary quite contrary,
Why doesn’t your garden grow?
Is it because the sleet and snow
Have left the pretty maids unduly cold?
~Adapted verse from an old Nursery Rhyme
Yesterday an itsy bitsy spider climbed up the garden spout, but it wasn’t long before the rain came down and washed the spunky little spider out.
Then this morning with a hickory dickory dock, the clock struck early on, and the mouse ran out to find that the temps had, as they predicted, dropped below freezing and would stay that way all the livelong day. So with a hey diddle, diddle, the cat and the fiddle began to shed a host of woebegone tears and the dog refused to laugh when the spoon slid silently away on its ice-laden dish.
Undaunted by such things, however, Humpty Dumpty set out to sit upon the garden wall, but a slip here and a slide there whilst on the way convinced him not to take a chance for he could plainly see that all the king’s horses and all the king’s men wouldn’t be able to put him or the frost covered flowers he might land upon back together again. Now as the day draws to an end, Polly has put the kettle on so that all can have a spot of tea and while safe and warm inside dream of better days.
He will yet fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy. ~Job 8:21 ✝