A Day at The Acres:
The thunder and rain of last night--beautiful--seems to have cooled things down just a little. I took my walks of course. Everything is green and lush including the weeds and brambles, but by this time of the year I've resigned myself to enjoying the curse. Check in Saturday for a flower update--Lord willing. My Gardening Angels have had a splendid year.
This morning I planted a few things. I try to add something every year--the anticipation keeps me hanging around. I always add a few iris--just because they are my favorites. And I always re-do a bed or two and add a bed or two. I invest my retirement in beauty that will long outlive me. The newest things this time of year are the wild bee balm, the yellow coneflowers, and the hibiscus. Soon, the wild area will steal the show with waves of goldenrod and islands of purple and heath asters and thistles--all punctuated by butterflies and honey bees. Won't be long.
This afternoon I mowed the back--meadow and wild area paths. They were quite overgrown. A tree had fallen over my one path to the back area, and I had to set aside my cowardice and buy a chain saw. Having now used the beast successfully without loss of limb, I expect to receive my Macho Man certificate in the mail sometime soon. (I still can't fix anything that breaks, but I can now proudly wear a tag that says, "I defeated a fallen tree with my own chainsaw and lived to tell about it.") My feathered friends rewarded me today. I must have been surrounded by a dozen barn swallows as I mowed. For those of you who have never experienced such a magnificent sight, you have my deep sympathy. What beautiful creatures they are! What aerial acrobats--and fearless! Spectacular feeling to be their caterer for an afternoon. Yes, I mean "spectacular"!
Tonight, I will read and work on lesson plans for next year. It is almost upon us. I'm re-reading the kids summer reading assignments. Gilead. Home. (Both by Robinson) Peace Like a River by Eger. If you haven't, you really must read those books. Well, I'm going to fix some supper. It was another one of those days the Lord has made. And I did rejoice in it.
The thunder and rain of last night--beautiful--seems to have cooled things down just a little. I took my walks of course. Everything is green and lush including the weeds and brambles, but by this time of the year I've resigned myself to enjoying the curse. Check in Saturday for a flower update--Lord willing. My Gardening Angels have had a splendid year.
This morning I planted a few things. I try to add something every year--the anticipation keeps me hanging around. I always add a few iris--just because they are my favorites. And I always re-do a bed or two and add a bed or two. I invest my retirement in beauty that will long outlive me. The newest things this time of year are the wild bee balm, the yellow coneflowers, and the hibiscus. Soon, the wild area will steal the show with waves of goldenrod and islands of purple and heath asters and thistles--all punctuated by butterflies and honey bees. Won't be long.
This afternoon I mowed the back--meadow and wild area paths. They were quite overgrown. A tree had fallen over my one path to the back area, and I had to set aside my cowardice and buy a chain saw. Having now used the beast successfully without loss of limb, I expect to receive my Macho Man certificate in the mail sometime soon. (I still can't fix anything that breaks, but I can now proudly wear a tag that says, "I defeated a fallen tree with my own chainsaw and lived to tell about it.") My feathered friends rewarded me today. I must have been surrounded by a dozen barn swallows as I mowed. For those of you who have never experienced such a magnificent sight, you have my deep sympathy. What beautiful creatures they are! What aerial acrobats--and fearless! Spectacular feeling to be their caterer for an afternoon. Yes, I mean "spectacular"!
Tonight, I will read and work on lesson plans for next year. It is almost upon us. I'm re-reading the kids summer reading assignments. Gilead. Home. (Both by Robinson) Peace Like a River by Eger. If you haven't, you really must read those books. Well, I'm going to fix some supper. It was another one of those days the Lord has made. And I did rejoice in it.
Macho Man
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