Work is often its own reward. A person can lose herself in work and troubles all just disappear, or at least, grow smaller. Yesterday was a day perfect for losing troubles and worries. It was a day to be glad just to be alive.
Neither hot nor cold, but somewhere in a comfortable in between, blue skies overhead, newly-leafed trees and green grass beneath. Nemo and I enjoyed sitting on the deck. I had a nice chat with a dear friend in Oklahoma city who was sitting on her patio too. And then, I looked at all those little pots of herbs I had bought Saturday. They needed a home. Their little roots were crying out to be rooted. They needed to get on with the job of growing!
So, armed with gloves, a kneeling pad my sister made for me years ago, a trowel, potting soil and mulch, I got busy. A foxglove took a middle place of honor in my herb garden. Then, sage, mint, thyme, basil, and more settled right down in the dirt and began to look as if they belonged there. I filled bird baths, put in my wire fence to keep Nemo out, and I looked at the packets of seeds. Sunflower seeds, forget-me-nots, morning glory–they certainly couldn’t burst into life if left in those little paper envelopes, so they were next.
At the end of the day, as the sun was ready to sink out of sight, so was I. But, all was not finished. With a little help from the hose and water faucet, my plants got a good soaking. The day ended. I had accomplished much, and I was ready to watch Andy Griffith, Gomer Pyle, and WKRP. It was a nice ending to a totally wonderful day.
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