Saturday, April 18, 2015
A Perfect 24 Hours
Put on jeans and an old shirt and go outside at 9 a.m.
Walk around. Look at things. Quite cool, it is still in the 50s in the morning.
No breeze. Sun.
Check the solar panels -- the net meter says we are producing abundant energy. Good.
Start some projects. Dirty work, edging and digging up things that need moving. Kneel, dig, stand up, tote, schlep, dig some more, wrestle big woody plants out of the ground, kneel, go look for the pruners, come back, then go look for the bigger loppers. Why does the wheelbarrow have a flat tire?
Back and forth. Tools in one place, bucket in another.
Lunch. It's in the 60s now, still sunny, no breeze yet at 1 p.m.
Crossword puzzle. I finish it with Jim's input. There are sports clues, so he has to help.
Afternoon, and the temperature is now in the 70s and there is the slightest breeze and it is lovely.
No more heavy lifting, now the day is given over to aimless activity. Cut some rose canes, prune the viburnums a little more, change the locations of some pots, sit. Think.
What if I put a cherry tree in that spot, or what if I planted another fothergilla over there?
Hose stuff off.
Pull some weeds by hand from moist but not soggy soil. They come out easily, roots and all.
Refill the hummingbird feeder. One quarter cup of white sugar dissolved in a cup of very hot water. It doesn't need to be boiled.
Pour a glass of wine and sit in the warm sunshine on the patio and watch the sinking sun light up the plants in the distance one by one. The air is still, the light is incredibly luminescent and the temperature is 72 degrees. There is just the lightest breeze and the humidity is low.
Tired. Very tired.
A gentle rain shower moves in from midnight til dawn, then the clouds completely clear away at sunrise.
Why can't every day be like this?