Actually, I did go over to have coffee with Amy this morning, because she invited me. Monday came around with an open schedule. I woke up realizing that I didn't have anything pending: nobody coming, no babysitting, no need to cook or clean. So I was free to take my time doing my morning things. Lest you get to thinking that I am a slob; I did have a few messages to do on whats-app, and a friend planned with me yesterday to come over to pick up some starts of our grapevine. These were just little things that required no extra effort or time on my part, really.
On the other hand, I am a slob on these rare home days. I sit and read books and a new magazine. I write pages of lists and rants and thoughts in my journal. I dutifully try to record the date and the weather and what we are doing in general, too. I scroll, till I'm cross-eyed, which doesn't take very long, and sick of nonsense. But soon I recover my wits, and go outside.
Today the garden is up. The potatoes are up enough to begin hilling a tiny bit. I have the best tool from Uncle Amos for hoeing. It isn't a hoe at all; it is a bent fork, narrow and light. I found that Floret's zinnia have appeared at last. This is met with much gladness of heart. I really should have started them in the windowsill six weeks ago, but it seems so fiddly and my starts usually look leggy and sallow looking somehow. It doesn't really get me ahead for all the time it takes for the poor things to recover finally.
I mowed a small section of lawn that never has nice grass. It's close to the road and for years that area sprouted glass bottles and broken glass of all sorts every spring. Moss grows there, and odd little ditch flowers, which explains the lack of grass. I've tried to grow flowers there. The forget-me-not does come back along the woods there. Anyway, it mostly looks like bad hair out there so an occasional mowing helps.
For once today, I didn't sweat the things I could have been doing, like sewing and painting. The mood simply didn't strike and I am content about that this evening.
I thought of something I'd like to post about sometime. So far those ideas are being sketched in my journal. Not organized and they sound a little more knowledgeable on paper than I'm feeling. It's nice to be older and to feel more mellow and gracious in my opinions. And experience helps. But we worked hard for these things. So I'm cautious about just putting it out there, willy-nilly.
June in our neck of the words is green, literally, everywhere!
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