Now and then, I start thinking about my house in Melaque.
During my last month there, this was my view. From the back patio across the garden to the laguna through the gate.
I never tired of sitting out there. The air was warm with a cooling breeze. And the shade felt refreshing. I am mystical enough to believe the garden sped the healing process of my right ankle.
My blood pressure had its ups and downs in Mexico. After my surgery, it had settled to a very healthy level. When I saw my Oregon physician, two weeks ago, it was still very good.
But this week, at the orthopedist's office, it spiked to a level higher than I have ever seen it.
I am starting to miss the calm of my garden.
