a different kind of Sunday

We are capable of being weird with our schedules. Just because we tend to sleep at night and work during the day doesn't mean that we always have to proceed in this way. Similarly with dinner: if you think Sunday family meals necessarily take place on Sundays, well then consider this: why not move it around every now and then? Like for example this week: why not have Sunday dinner on, say, Tuesday?

And then there's the level of activity: on beautiful days (we are indeed having a beautiful day) Ed and I tend to be physically active. And indeed, I do spend a handful of early morning hours working in the flower fields and I supplement it with cleaning the house (one needs to clean occasionally, no?), but we don't do our usual: we don't hike, we don't bike, we don't boat, we don't go anywhere at all. Ed is designing new machining stuff and the guy always works in long spurts, usually in the middle of the night and so our schedule, if you can even call it that, looks exceptionally weird this weekend. Me, I seize this opportunity to work on the last sentences of my Great Writing Project. I dare say that by the end of the day I am sort of kind of done. Ish. But I wont admit to it because then you'll ask me -- now what? -- and I have no answer to that. 

So let's go back to the safe territory of the morning hours, where I am enjoying snipping away at (more than 600 today) spent lily heads and loving the morning colors in the flower fields. Take a look:

By the time I do as much as I want to do today, it is close to noon and Ed wakes up and joins me for breakfast. On the porch. Without chickens. Thank goodness.

And now comes the weird part where I take my laptop to my new chair on the porch and Ed sequesters himself with his big computer in the sheep shed and we work away on this gorgeous day without thought to anything else but moving our own projects along.

That means that you get no more than just this short post from me. I'm all out of words. But hey, you must admit that the flowers are gorgeous. Enjoy them! I surely did from my perch on the white Adirondack.