"Dizzy Dame". . . .That's an old, old saying I've heard all my life. . . .It wasn't until these past few weeks of vertigo that I felt I've earned that title. . . .My life has been spinning--literally. . . .My world has mostly been viewed from the bedroom window. . . .
The bad news. . . .I'm still dizzy.
The good news. . . .Today it's a little better. . . .Hoping I'm on the downside. . . .
To cheer me, my sweet John came home with a beautiful country mix bouquet. . . .He bought them because of our on-going joke about daisies. . . .
Actually, not "daisy flowers"--although I do like them. . . .It's "daisy cows" I'm more interested in. . . .Ever since I was a little girl I've called the black and whites Daisy Cows. . . . From the beginnings of our relationship, I've told John I'd have a Daisy Cow one day. . . .Every time he--or someone else in his presence--mentioned that the farm is looking good, I'd say, "Yeah, but it would look a lot better with a Daisy Cow!" John never fails to frown--a joking frown.
Recently, he did buy me my Daisy Cow. . . .a doorstop--true--but much cheaper to feed he says. . . .
The cow, the flowers and my vintage Marshall Pottery make me smile. . . .and remind me that all good things come in time. . . .Maybe not in the same form as we'd like. . . .but in a form that's better suited for us in the long run. . . .And that one day soon, I'll wake up without the dizzies. . . .All in time. . . .
Yep, there's a lesson in cows and daisies. . . .isn't there?
Don't forget. . . .Country Whites Weekend begins early Friday morning!
Hope to see you there!
. . .from my farmhouse to yours. . .