PERFECT I'M NOT

My Wife thinks My Dad...

Acts perfect most the time-

She would be mighty Glad,

more like him I would be,




Although Perfect I'm Not...

I make up for it you See-

'Cause the Reason I'm so Hot,

I have Half of Mom in Me!




By: Diny



(Amber telling Dave he needs to be more like Rich!!!)

October 8th, 2005

Fourteen

Lucky fourteen, my birth and marriage-

Death and Eternal Life, yet unknown...

Grandchild Number Fourteen Born.

Carrying my Name before Her Last,

Still Waiting to See Her Face-Beautiful...

Her Mom Says Perfect-of Course.

What Joy and Love She will Give Us-

Abby Diny-What a Nickname for Our

Daughter of Perfection-God's Angel!

Abigail Diana

Grandma Diny

Loves You

Written: At the birth of Abby Larson - She was our Fourteenth Grandchild.

Violated

VIOLATED

Privacy destroyed-
As the neighbor cut
down his Hedge.

We gloated over
The twenty year growth -
Our Hedge we claimed.

Oh how we mourned-
The loss of that
Which was not ours.

Dream of what...
Use to be-
Sick feeling in our gut.

Plan to Restore...
Our privacy, but how?
We feel Violated.

Twenty Four hours
Time passes, healed-
New Beauty revealed.

by Diny


Author comments:

After the hedge came down, sitting at our dining room the next morning we realized seeing the trees, hills, sky in the distance was enjoyable also and our backyard did not seem so closed in.
Accept and find beauty in tomorrow, whatever life brings!

PRUNING BACK

PRUNING BACK

There is a right way

to Prune...

My Large Leaf Hedge!

Slow, one branch

at a time.

I took the weed wacker

to my hedge...

Whirling, Whirling-

Death Defying...

Hedge Survived.

Every leaf sent out alerts,

brown encircled each edge...

Protection to the inner self-

The whole plant cried,

Hurt said Hedge.

Once left alone to heal,

the hedge could shed-

the dead brown circle

of protection and live...

Recover from destruction.

Green again and healthy,

Sun shines down

from Heaven...

Scarred, but strong-

Each leaf Smiles.

by Diny

Above Pic: Side yard lst year Hibiscus grew out of control, beautiful but took over, planted in back of property and never saw the beauty again, large pink flowers were beautiful. Not the hedge talked about...this head was 20 year growth in our backyard that the neighbor eventually bulldozed.

Sunday 7/10/05 notes: As I sat on my patio looking at the Hedge beyond the white fence that had grown so tall over the last 20 years, my thoughts wandered. I had earlier damaged the hedge as I trimmed it back. The outer edges were now dropping off the damaged leaves and soon the plant would be green and healthy again. You would never notice that the portion I had injured nearly died. I pondered my own life, I felt that I had been weed wacked over many years and had a protection shell around my soul... of course it had died (like the ridge of the leaf) ...as I retire and remove stress (heavey stress) from my life... I feel like the leaf...shedding the dead outer edge and now I can be healthy again, but changed. Like the leaf...I'm not perfectly round anymore, but have battle scars to show the wear and tear. I will not recover to be totally whole again, but have irregular edges, to remind me of the past, a permanent reminder to protect myself from those that might take a weed wacker to my soul and weakened now... I may not recover the next time. Time to slow my pace forever and prune properly.