“Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.”
This was the view from my back door this morning. We were expecting a high of 59 degrees (15° C), there was not a cloud in the sky, and the ground was still a little moist and soft from the recent rains. Plus, I woke up feeling quite a bit better, and I wasn’t on a deadline for work.
Irresistible combination, really.
So I took the opportunity to spend all day outside. I started by cleaning the windows. (Finally, I’m understanding why my mother always cleaned the windows first thing in the spring. It’s to let all that new light in.)
I also managed to set up the supports for the garden peas, prep the bed where I want to plant cabbage in about two weeks, hoe up some weeds that had taken hold in the pathways, take down the last of last year’s support structures, plant some mustard, rake the side yard, and clean up the front porch and the storage room under the back porch, both of which had started to look neglected during these months of disuse. Then my sister joined me for a couple of hours of mulch spreading and pea planting.
The truth is, I’m exhausted and finding myself so relaxed after my time outdoors that I don’t feel like writing an inspiring post. Or even an uninspiring one. (This does not bode well for the blog in summer; does it?)
Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell you more about the delicious sunshine, the feeling in my back and arms and soul as I worked in contended, steady fashion, the sweet nothings I whispered to the peas as I put them to bed, and how I laughed when I finally saw myself in a mirror hours later, my hair a wild nest of windy curls and my cheeks as pink as a girl’s.
For now, though, I’ll just wish you a good night.