Started off with catching a glimpse and wonderful music of our youth string group warming up pre-service at St. P.’s early Sunday morning.

Under the direction of Texas Tech alum Will Balch.

Monday,  I walked over to the hospital for a routine MRI of my brain.

Perfectly normal.  I guess an MRI cannot show “absolutely bonkers.”

Then, on Tuesday, Oregon went for Bernie.

Wednesday, I gave the little porch chair a new cushion of moss.

Thursday, I drove to the Wilco in Stayton to get some seed potatoes

I’ll probably never go there again when “ours” opens in my neighborhood in the fall.

This is the old Safeway location.

And I doubt I’ll ever buy clothes anyplace else after that.

I was able to get two special varieties of potato:

On Friday, John tilled the bed and I set the potatoes into their holes.

Always with the photo-bomber!

Then early this morning, as I typically do, I went out back for my walk around.  So often, this turns out to be a spiritual experience.

The roses were in full bloom, and that wonderful old Cokesbury hymn began to sing in my (perfectly normal) head.

“I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses.”

Again with the photo-bomber.

And I began to think how very lucky I am.  See that little shed in the background?

Here is a close up.

In the past, it has been a play house and a dog house.  It’s where I store my yard furniture in the winter.

Anyway, as I walked back into my beautiful house, I thought about how many people there are in this crazy world who would be so grateful to have my shed to live in.

Here endeth the lesson and the week.