2023 is history.
Mi-sA-le: My vision of the Isbell Sanctuary, has
become more clear during 2023. Little by little small terraces are
becoming more visible. Terraces on our 45degree sanddune means the
possibility of walking on level ground, at least partially, and to be
able to get to the orchards, the crop fields, the veggie factory, the
fish pond, the tropical forest with its hanging gardens, and not to
forget the mini golf course … Yes, dreaming is allowed in my world (smile).
Up and down tall ladders on slanted and
uneven surfaces, are not the easiest on body and nerves. However, to
trim the trees, and control the sails, to repair and paint the soffit
a little, getting on the roof and fix the chimney raincap, - up and
down tall ladders we shall go...
Loving our sanctuary and not hating the
pests, diseases, worms, javalinas, deer, ants, rabbits, gofers,
racoons, possums, and free roaming cats and dogs, who eat or destroy
the plants one way or another, has been put to serious testing this
last year. Everything in Texas is bigger- also the attack launched
by the chiggers, mosquitos and no-see-ums. Surviving in paradise
came with a price... but I shall keep on trying to get the garden to
flower and deliver soothing joy to the soul.
Our delight in finding treasures, better yet, space...!., in the
maze of things in the garage, is difficult
to describe. Jim re-lives countless memories and treats me to a
library of stories. So, our museum grows.
The right knee replacement of Jim was a
100% success. He's getting healthier, day by day. Praise God.
By now you might understand and
hopefully forgive the silence on our blog. The terraces grow shovel by shovel...
