It has been a rough couple of weeks with my mother-in-law in ICU. If you have had a loved one in the ICU, then you know that one day is good news, and then that is often followed by two days of bad news; and so the roller coaster continues.
Because we have been busy visiting her in the hospital and taking care of her house, we have not been to the ranch in a long time. I was missing my back porch, my daybed and rocker. I don’t dream of winning American Idol or owning a million dollar yacht; I dream of being here. So when we opened our gate, I exhaled deeply. I hadn’t realized I had been holding breath until that very moment. And now, finally we were on our little road,
then we crested the hill.
Although these are actual photos of the drive to the ranch, these pictures were taken in years past; sadly these flowers are not in bloom now. (You can see more wildflowers that bloom at Cedar Hill Ranch here.) What I saw was a parched version of these hills due to the current drought conditions in Texas. But even with the lack of rain, this is where I wanted to be; this IS my happy place.
We continued on our little road,
crossing the bridge
and drove up another hill, when on my left, I saw this…
A sea of bluebells. I almost cried when I saw them.
It was as if they were saying to me, “Welcome home.”
Here there were no sounds of hospital equipment beeping, no nurses coming and going, only the sounds of birds and cattle, and trees rustling in the breeze. In the evening, I collapsed into a deep slumber that seemed to last for days. There was no alarm here to wake me, no television, no sounds of lawn mowers, or distant sirens, just peace.