Nearly one year after her fall on the rear patio that resulted in a broken femur and a lengthy recovery and rehabilitation, she's back out there.
Seemingly recovered she's dabbing paint on our fence.
At some time in the future, those weather-beaten old boards will sport a mural of green hills and a bright blue sky.
And a few trees.
When she was buying the paint and explaining her project, the salesman asked if she was going to include some hot air balloons in the sky.
She laughed then.
But now she's thinking about it.
In the artistic universe that I merely cohabit, only time will tell.
Or as the great leader would say, "We'll see."
