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The greatest gift we have is our time. – Meditation from St. Francis Xavier

It’s cold and winter is here; summer still clings with all her might.  Sometimes, that’s the way I feel.  I love summer.  Still, there’s something invigorating about a brisk walk in crisp air.

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My friend Geri gifted me with a day in Chicago with friends. Of course I can go anytime, but I don’t.  I wait for a reason. What better reason than time with a friend.

First we visited the French Market.  I never knew

 

The Doctor has changed appearance ten distinct...

My first Fathom Event:  Dr. Who Day of the Doctor in 3-D.  Was it worth it?  Heck Yes!

Loved-One is a fan of Doctor Who.  Not a Johnny-come-lately fan, Loved-One can name all the companions since Romana I, Roman II, who came out of nowhere with no explanation, and K-9, Loved-One’s favorite companion.  And what about his favorite Doctor?  Tom Baker, hands down.  Tom Baker and his crazy 10 foot scarf.

I’m a late comer.  I started with Christopher Eccleston as The Doctor and Rose (Billie Piper)  as his companion.  The Empty Child pointed out a big difference between British television and American.  British children die.  Lots of British children die.

I’m crazy about Doctor Who; my favorite re-generation is David Tennant.  I cannot decide which companion I like the most:  Is it Rose, or Amy and Rory, or Clara, or maybe Martha.  Jack Harkness

You can’t always get what your want,

But if your try sometimes,

You might find,

You get what you need. – The Rolling Stones

My bonus mother, Marilyn, the mother Loved-One gave me, gifted us with flowering trees from the Arbor Day Foundation:  two Washington Hawthorns and a Crab-apple.   The trees were tiny, little seedlings that fit in a sandwich bag. All Together.

SQUIRREL IN TREE
The Crab-apple last fall. You can see the thorns of one Hawthorn growing behind.

 

Loved-One and I nurtured them, took pictures of them and gave progress reports to Marilyn.  The Crab-apple made her home beside our water garden with nary a worry.  The next spring,