A Slow Summer Day

Saturday was a spectacular day. In the morning, it was 13° the warmest morning at 5:00 of the year so far. I felt good, but I still felt tired, so I passed the day slowly, but I began the day with a soak in the spa and then H.H. and I began our day together with a long, leisurely, and lovely morning walk. 

After that, I read a bit and then it was lunchtime. After lunch, I thought I’d take in some sun, but it was too hot, so I rose to do some light garden work. But I saw Dave, and waved, and he came over for a nice long chat, after which, I did a little more reading and then we went for another long walk together. It was 18°, almost getting too hot for my liking.

I’m still chuffed about how well I am speaking, and how much time I am spending alone. Not engaging with Aidan while he’s away, being free of the pressure to be practically helpful, and avoiding socializing, I believe all these things played a part in the recovery of my speech—not good speech, and only with friends, but there’s no doubt about my ability to communicate enough to feel good about being with or talking with friends.

The evening was as always.

This morning at 5:00, it was 15°. We’re in for a very warm afternoon. I shall be watering today, even though it’s My Day. When there’s nothing else on my plate, and the valve on my cistern is working and the cistern is refilling perfectly, watering is not bothering me so far this year. I’m outdoors, I’m feeding my friends, Sheba is outdoors, all is good.

There are so many things that I want to do. I just plod on and as I have no deadline, the work feels good to do. Every year, the yard looks better. This is the first year when I haven’t touched the front or back yard open areas. I’ve neither raked nor removed poo, so one walks carefully. However, all the ground cover is blooming with beautiful little blossoms, and I hope that helps to attract pollinators to Pinecone Park and that they fertilize my fruit trees and shrubs.

My blueberries and raspberries yielded a massive crop last year, and that led to a lot of work harvesting, cleaning and freezing (or cooking and then freezing) the berries. This year, the crop will be modest. Also, this year, the Climbing Hydrangea is exploding with blooms. This is a first-ever phenomenon and I am thrilled, and I reckon that my Polonia tree seems likely to bloom for the first time as well. That, I hope, comes true!

So another very warm solitary day for us, just what the psychiatrist ordered.