Working Iten's Acres: Day One March 25, 2017

Day One: I find manual labor restful--even though I didn't come anywhere near doing what I had hoped to get done, it was a good day. My brain had grandiose plans for the day. The rest of my body said, "Not so fast." They win. A couple hours of work is always followed by an hour of recovery time. Lunch--I had Shepherd's Pie. Then a water break and cat pampering. Finally, the day is finished with another slow walk. (If it's not slow, is it even a walk?) Anyway, half of one bed is finished. A small multitude of flowers moved. The hands are achy--as expected. The feet as well. But the back is doing very well, thank you.
Odds and Ends: The Posse has taken to dropping off dead rodents on the patio. The goldfish are "spawning." Despite numerous dining opportunities last summer by the great blue heron and the kingfisher, the populations is splendid. The huge branch that fell off The Sentinel last winter has become quite a turtle parking lot. At least seven spend the afternoon perched on the old log. Tons of things bloomed in the last two days. Pictures to follow--mostly new crocus and a daffodil or two.
Not to sound like a mystic or anything, but one of the great joys of laboring and walking are the "conversations" I have with the Gardener. Oh, there's no voice from Heaven--just verses brought to mind, reminders of past blessings and lessons. Being still and alone can be quite "noisy." I'm always reminded of the hymn "I come to the garden alone . . ." Never are we alone. Sometimes, though, I'm too distracted to listen. Find some quiet time--still time. Listen.