This has been an absolutely perfect day.
I got up this morning and straightened the house, vacuumed...you know. Then I sat out on the back deck and listened to the birds. I messed with the mower a bit, put some fuel additive in the tank and finally got 'er cranked up. I mowed the front and side yards, and that was about all I could manage. lol The back isn't quite ready for mowing, but the front and side had big clumps of grass that I couldn't afford to let get much higher. This is a direct result of the way I have bought grass seed and sowed it every year since we moved here. Into the bare spots. When we bought this place 5 years ago, the place was a junkyard...they had cars parked everywhere, piles of half burned linoleum and carpet (partially buried), and it was all ruts and yuck. I have turned it into my own little paradise with a lot of hard work. And so far, it hasn't stopped...lol Anyway, it looks much neater out front and I'm glad I did it.
Then I made myself a meatloaf sandwich and sliced a juicy red tomato and sat down outside and had lunch.
The I got busy planting the peas.It was easy--I had done all the hard parts of it yesterday and today I only had to rake it a little and plant the seed. 2-3 inches deep and 18 inches apart (the rows). Good thing too....it was 82 degrees today. Sweat city. As soon as I finished that, I hit the shower.
I love gardening. I love the miracles of putting a seed in the ground and knowing that a plant will appear. I read somewhere that this is Faith. Perhaps it is. I feel such a kinship with the earth every year when I plant. Growing my own food always feels like such an accomplishment.
The Jack Russell Terrorist (Molly) has appointed herself Guardian of the Wee Ones. The 2 momma cats are leaving the kittens for longer and longer periods of time, and as soon as the little beggars start squealing, herself runs in to make sure everyone is alright. They sound like little piggies. lol Today when the bigger ones started cruising the floor looking for their momma, she came in and gently nudged them back into their little hidey hole. They don't seem to be the least bit afraid of the dog either, and move right up to her and nuzzle her leg or her snout if she's sitting down. It's quite adorable. (I guess they haven't heard the stories about Miss Molly the Poodle mauler...)
I am good and physically tired....the kind of tired you get from manual labor. Thinking I'll reward myself with a short meditation time and then my big comfy bed, next to my big snuggly husband.
Life is good.