Tuesday

An enormously slow morning, where I am more tired than someone who had just run a marathon. With good reason. I expected it and sure enough, here I am, dragging my feet. Even though the day is splendidly beautiful! And the flowers are still popping up (though in smaller numbers). And the summer is unusually calm. It's the result of preventive measures that I'm taking before the very busy weeks ahead. Plod along today so that I can be energetic tomorrow. Makes sense, doesn't it?

It still takes me an hour and a half to clean the garden and I'm not even picking weeds. I've a little given up on such stuff. Remember how exactly perfect the flower fields were in spring? Ha ha! That was then. In August, I am happy let go and let nature do its thing.

Still, the lily beds are reasonably neat. Snip snip...

Oh, and I walk over to the new orchard -- I have just enough energy for that! -- to take a look at the meadow. We expanded it considerably this year and it is beautiful!

Breakfast -- alone, on the sunny side of the porch. In addition to being tired, I'm a bit chilly so I move to where there is a warm spot. Can you believe it?? How ever did we come so quickly to pre-fall weather?

Ed is at a board meeting. Quarterly, monthly, yearly -- whatever it is, it's always in the morning and so he is Zooming away in the sheep shed and I'm thinking a nap would be awfully nice.

Except that I have a little girl to pick up at Space Art Camp.

("we had to make it out of scraps of paper!")

(at the farmette, on the secret path)

I return her home a bit early today and that's a good thing because Ed and I neglected to get absentee ballots, so we have to move ourselves to our polling place to vote.

The reward? A lunch at Paul's Coffee Shop (which is just across the street).

We were hanging loose, not in a rush to leave, not intending to stay much longer when we ran into a friend. Someone we used to talk to regularly when our visits to Paul's were frequent. Almost daily. We caught up today. Turns out that he belongs to a cadre of people who is completely depressed, angered, and demoralized by the political process. You can't really argue much with his long list of reasons for this, but at the same time, you have to wonder how you can get yourself out of bed each morning with so little to love about the day before you. Or is it that some people thrive in their field of negative energy? We like this friend and we listened to him for a good while, but afterwards, I was happy to return to my garden and my own thoughts which run in a very different direction.

And there is absolutely nothing else that I want to do today. Nothing. Not walk, not work, not even read. Maybe a nap? Yes, a nap. To pick up some oomph in time for dinner. (Frittata with August veggies!)