Yesterday I drove MeMa over to the hospital to get her pre-surgery Covid test which went off with out a care. She was in and out in record time, then it was back home for the two of us so that we could both quarantine until she had surgery. At 9:45 PM we received a phone call telling her that the Covid test was contaminated and that she would have to go in first thing this morning and have another test. It was all very frustrating because when we got there ten minutes early there was already a line. Forty-five minutes later we were heading back home. We are now quarantined until surgery day, the 28th.
We went out into the garden where life is just the two of us, my love and I. She went with clippers in hand into her picking garden as I surveyed the debris that last nights heavy rain knocked out of the redwood tree and covered all the gravel pathways which I had just cleaned after the big wind event. I was just about to feed the Koi when I noticed all the redwood floating so I cleaned that out before feeding Athena and her little companions. By time I had finished MeMa came down the steps from picking garden struggling with a large pale of fresh picked flowers for the house. I left the pathways untouched, the redwood will keep till another day.
MeMa's latest "Porch Post" for the dog walkers and passer-by's