We listened, we watched, we did our own number crunching until 3 a.m., when it seemed no longer necessary to do so. Up at 7, looking elsewhere on the election map to crunch some more and then it was no longer necessary to do that either. But of course, by then, it was time to be up, with the animals, with the sunshine.
With breakfast on the porch.
So much will be said and written about the elections! I wont add anything to that discussion here. We survived, us two! And you did too, I hope. One big exhale and a return to calm. We so do love calm. What, you say it's not over? For us, it's over. Now please, can we get on with solving the mega problems that have overtaken our lives? We'll celebrate when we've made inroads. But no wine glass raised by our next president. He shares this with the current occupant of the White House: both claim they have never had a potent drink in their lives.
Excuse me while I get up and pour myself a glass of wine and digest that trivial fact.
Returning to my day now, let me just say that, despite the lack of sleep and the tiredness that follows nights like the ones I've been having, I did manage to work outside for most of the daylight hours, digging upwards of 100 holes to plant spring bulbs and move perennials around.
It was evening before I put the shovel down.
I will still have some planting to do next week. And clipping, if I feel like it. But the garden is almost winter ready. These drop dead gorgeous days have made outside work a total joy. It clears the mind and repairs any tears in the soul. You emerge satisfied and content.
Tomorrow is another beautiful day. Unbelievable! So many in a row! I promise, I'll do something new and different with it!
Until then, with love...
