Normally I don’t get much help gardening apart from lawn mowing, branch removal and that sort of thing. But since absolutely nothing was done last summer due to our bulding project and a miserable spring, I convinced himself to get out the tiller, appointed two beds where nothing had survived and asked to have the roots and crud raked away. And look what an amazing job he did!
Finally we’re getting somewhere and suddenly I have a lot of yardwork to do! 😉
“Replace fear of the unknown with curiosity.” -Danny Gokey (?)
Another month has unfolded and about to run out, with hopes of the next one being gentler for sitting tasks and skinny cold fingers. I’m being flooded with opportunities to practice what I spoke of recently, oiling the door between the brain studio and the public lounge out front. Such as unexpected financial changes looming, a little kitty with patella issues, wacky hormones with the accompanying pains and other bodily distractions. All designed to steer my focus away from “the work”; Godzilla anxiety vs. Wonderwoman calm and joy.
I’m having a bit of a hard time dislodging myself from the woodstove recently. Unless it’s a really sunny quiet day the windows don’t let in enough warmth yet, and if I’m not moving around a lot I’m like a lizard, sluggish unless heated from the outside.
Seven hours of daylight today and then we’re moving in the right direction again. The big speculation at the moment is whether we’ll have any temps in single figures this winter. Horses are grazing, so are the neighbours’ chooks. (well as I write, the latter are having a mad race across the field, looking suitably ridiculous as such things tend to do). Sun will officially be down in 2 minutes at 3:42.
