Gardens in surprising places

My Fitbit has gotten put through its paces the last couple of days in San Antonio.

I’ve wandered about, and climbed hills and flights of stairs.

Reconnecting with old friends has been quite special.

I’ve found gardens in unusual places. This little spot was tucked back behind the convention center, peach, orange, lemon, lime, fig and bay trees. Cabbages, Swiss Chard, tomatoes, and every kind of herb were tucked into raised beads. All were surrounded with chicken wire or hog panels to protect them from the very brazen deer that run the golf course.

With the chilly winter we had the peaches look like they are going to be spectacular this year.

My favorite was a cheeky, black squirrel who posed so pretty, I had to take his picture.

I love that they landscape with Rosemary here. It’s so pretty, great for bees, and deer resistant. Of course, I couldn’t keep my hands off of it. It’s great aromatherapy to rub my hands across the Rosemary and then breath deep to enjoy.

It’s been fun to be away for a few days, but I’m ready to go home.

Sunset in San Antonio

Over the roof tops, from my balcony the sun sets over San Antonio.

I’m on the Cibolo Canyon side, Northwest of Down town.

It’s Fiesta time in the city, and tonight there is a Night Parade to close out the two week party.

I like San Antonio. White rocks, green trees and shrubs, rustic and welcoming, San Antonio is a fine place to be.

The weather couldn’t be better. We are dry low 80’s, cool nights, and bright blue skies. It’s like California, but better, cause it’s Texas.

They just wrapped up the Valero Texas Open Golf Tournament here. I’m glad my room is on the course side of the hotel.

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My conference starts tomorrow afternoon. I snuck away a little early. I don’t mind being alone. It’s just a lot easier to do when I’m by myself.

The noise

You know you’re getting old when the bass from a parked car pumping through your bedroom at 2 am has the husband bounding out of bed, cursing “Damn Kids”.

I laughed till I cried. I remember when we used to be one of them. Then I was grateful that I could remember when I was one of them!

(Image captured from Facebook)

(Image captured from Facebook)

My gal pals and me

We share silly stories. This one came to me via text from my buddy Rolanda in Oklahoma.

I’m so happy to know that there isn’t a Shortage.

Sometimes, the wiener shows up when it’s not expected.

Then things went south.

When you can’t find a wiener, sometime you just have to have a glass of wine.

Laugh with me please.

Sunny Sunday

The sky so blue, it hurts to stare at it too long, but you have to, cause the moon is still out at 2:30 in the afternoon.

The Magnolia is blooming, along with the Salvia. I love my Henry Duelberg Salvia. It has a great story of being discovered in Central Texas growing in an old Cemetery. Henry and Augusta Duelberg were buried side by side. The blue Salvia was on his grave, the white variety was on hers.

I can’t wait to get more in the ground.

Today, I’m very grateful for cool northern breezes, bright sunshine, and a chance to be outside.

Yoga, the ups and downs

It’s been a full year of consistent practice. A full year of Yin, Wheel Flow, TRX, and a smattering of other classes I could fit in.

Yin is a focused practice of holding passive poses to open up joints, increase flexibility, and improve blood flow.

Wheel Flow is a new thing. It incorporates a Vinyasa flow with a yoga wheel to improve strength and balance. We do inversions, it’s generally done warm 83+/- degrees. Lots of sweat and swearing. Plank is a resting pose in this class. It is vigorously challenging.

TRX is my favorite. Hard rock blaring, lots of sweat, body weight movement, developed by Navy Seals. It’s gritty, rough, challenging and I dig it.

I know my body has changed, because I used to wear the same sized clothes top and bottom. Now, I require 2 sizes larger on top to make room for my shoulders and today in Yin, we got into table top. When I looked in the mirror…..

Yep, I resemble a pit bull. I think I’ve got to do something about this. I just really dig the strength.

During my Zumba weight class today, we did some shadow boxing with weights. I was digging the muscles that were drenched in sweat.

If course,when I got home, I was still sweating after my shower, and every time I put my glasses on I fogged them up for the next two hours.

Great work out.

Plank anyone?

How do you sweat? With music, or without? What kinda music keeps you going when you sweat?

For me, it’s Hard driving rock for TRX, classical for Yin Yoga, and something deep bass and bluesy for wheel.

Whatcha lookin at?

I caught myself looking back a little too often, and realized how sad it made me.

It’s ok to be nostalgic, but walk away with appreciation, not sadness.

I have so much to be grateful for, and no amount of looking will ever turn back time.

The future is bright, and my focus and attitude will determine how great my future will be.

Image credit: Pinterest

So cheers to looking ahead. I’m so grateful today for my health, my family, and my home.

I get to go Zumba with weights today. An hour to turn on the inner goddess, and shake my backside like I’m 25 again, laugh with some great friends, and just be a girly girl.

And of course a special nod to a friend who helped me feel empowered, sexy, strong, and fierce. Thanks Rob.

Not all is always well, but all is good.

I’m not trying to make sense, as I’m still trying to understand.

My husband and I have been together since late 1991. We know each other well, which makes our current situation odd.

We rarely fight each other. If we are fighting it is on the same side against others.

When we fight each other….

Image credit Getty Images.

When we fight each other, the earth quakes, as we rain down wrath that makes nature back up in awe. He might be a foot taller than me and 100 pounds heavier, but I’ve never backed down from him, nor will I.

What was odd about our recent altercation was his immediate humility, apology, and my immediate forgiveness, absolution, and appreciation.

I was hurt. His recent neglect, and lack of interest had culminated in an obvious display that I couldn’t tolerate. I put my foot down. He turned a paler shade or white…..apologized verbally, demonstrated the apology, and all was right….immediately. The moment he recognized the issue, and apologized the atmosphere completely changed and I was once again awed by the power of making peace.

All ego was cast aside, and I was the one humbled and moved by the power he held in his apology. It was a valiant and honorable demonstration of his love for me. But all the power remained with him.

It was amazing. But of course he had the power, because I was the one hurt, and only he could fix it. When he offered the remedy and I accepted I was putty in his hands.

It was an amazing and profound reminder of the power that humility holds, and the cementing effects of an apology on a relationship.

Never be afraid to apologize to those who really love you.

It was a profound lesson for me.

“There is always hope and power to those who can love, and apologize.” Quote being my own.

Footwear

Feet are important. My feet have gone through some big changes since my Achilles reconstruction a few years ago. My left foot as never been the same. Heels are difficult, but I continue to try. Still, I find comfort in my Danskos.

Jumping into weekend chores I vacuumed, mopped, dusted, laundried, and then the doorbell rang. Delivery for me. A new pair of shoes.

I’m grateful today for colorful shoes to make walking easy, standing confident, and I get to have a little fun on the way.

What are your favorite pair of shoes?

Hello Friday

This week went fast for me.

A little busy

A little busier

And poof the week is gone.

Still, I’m so grateful for my friends, my job, and a great community of gals at the yoga studio.

What good things happened for you this week?