My husband is off on a family rescue mission, so I've a few days alone. It's not wise to leave me alone for long, but a few days does allow me to feel more fully myself in terms of the daily rhythms of life.
Max is hiding under the bed this month, as he does every May. The good news is that four years into it, I've given up the Chicken Little routine and just accepted that April and May will do their damndest to convince us that we're going out of business. But seriously, who would go buy a mattress when they could walk along the river, dig in their garden and just get out of the house any way possible.
I am grateful upon waking to be relieved of the grind of the furnace, to step out of the shower without goosebumps, to open the kitchen window and enjoy the hours when my neighbor is not obsessively mowing his yard. Yesterday Patrick brought over the asparagus we ordered, and I spent the evening digging a trench in the rain. Thank heavens for YouTube ~ one can find out how to do most anything, including preparing an asparagus bed. Growing stuff is exactly like painting. People think that the big deal is when you get out the brush and have at it. That's the least of the job. It's all about the prep. The actual planting of the asparagus took about five minutes. The bed prep took me three hours. But oddly enough, I had everything I needed to amend the soil. I couldn't help wondering if we will ever eat any asparagus out of that bed since it's two years before cutting.
Organic seed potatoes should be delivered today. Hope my body can hold up to another planting session!
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