Another packed day today, even as I am not packed. (And I should be -- for an adventure that starts early tomorrow.) And a repeat performance of smoke, blanketing our beautiful landscapes. Funny how you can get used to some things. I reach for the N95 almost automatically and step outside.
(the lilies are just beginning their month of splendidness!)
(another lilium is opening up!)
And after a hurried inspection of what still needs to be watered today (a lot!), I return to the farmhouse to bake muffins. I've been promising a new batch for Snowdrop. Today, I will get this done! (And share some of that bounty for breakfast!)
Then I put on some speed. Out I go, masked, and I target those poor plants with a full hose. As thoroughly as I can, given that I only have a spare couple of hours for it this morning.
One big event for me is to check in with my surgeon over at the hospital, so that he can admire his handiwork on my knee. And he is very pleased. That 130 degree bend that I am now able to do? Words like super hero were floated about! Oh, but I love my docs! They're so full of enthusiasm! Toss the caution aside now! Swim, bike, ditch all the medications, and that nighttime pain? It will only get better! See you in a year!
And there you have it. Suddenly all those inconveniences that came with the knee replacement, the struggles, the immobility -- tish tosh, all go by the wayside, life is good, seize it! (Only dont aim for a total bend -- you're not going to get it and you'll only do damage.)
Equipped with that pat on the back, I return home for a quick half hour with the hose, and then I dash over to Snowdrop's summer camp: there is an end-of-week presentation and we're all there in the audience, watching the yoga presentations and the the dramatization of the Smart Cookie.
And after, the little girl comes to the farmhouse. Because of schedules and trips and adventures, it's her last visit here for a couple of weeks, hence the muffins, the protracted reading, the berry picking, the enjoyment of all that farmette life has to offer.
In the evening? Well, there's the watering to complete. And dinner to prepare. I want to fix a good one -- fish, asparagus, salads, but I don't even begin working on it until 7;30.
The day closes with an evening with Ed, which is exquisitely delightful and calm, as always.
with love...
