When I re-read these words in six months or a year or two, I won’t believe that I was up before seven. Me? Really? Are you sure you aren’t fabricating a wild tale? Maybe in Six months I’ll still be rising prior to seven, though once the working days, getting up at six will be mandatory.
New routines. Every time I go outside to work in the garden or be with the dogs, I grab my camera. There are times when I have to remind myself to go get it; even if this means having to take my shoes off; it’s not like slip-ons are that hard to get off and on and off again.
As I look around my yard, my house, I feel grateful that this is my life. (I’m trying to ignore the tall grass and blackberries that need to be cleared out or they’ll take over the hillside I worked hard at reclaiming a few years ago. The proverbial Whack-A-Mole with yard work.
Strawberries continue to grow and spread out. Today might be a good day to tell the trailers, the vines, seeking to claim space for another plant, that they can’t grow in my path.
The small sunflower was an unexpected gift. I had noticed a few plants growing in my large mound of new soil delivered by Rexius, and this sunflower was one. Knowing that Sylvia’s tractor would soon be taking another bite out of the soil, I had to at least transplant the sunflower.
It took a few weeks before the sunflower decided it liked it’s new location and the roots took hold.
Sometimes the unexpected can bring sunshine into my life.