Sunday rest

By now I should be popping with energy. I had a vacation. Time off. Relaxing seaside walks. Even a massage. And yet, here I am, huddled under my comfy sheep blanket (it has pictures of sheep on it), postponing Sunday dinner, debating if I have the energy to put in any of the bulbs. Honestly, I'll be happy to do anything outside at all.

I do walk this morning to the barn (a misty morning, pretty in its own way)...

And I have breakfast with Ed...

And then he and I both hit the couches. (I at least have an excuse -- pneumonia; he's just keeping me company. Or maybe he feels compelled to teach Dance how to work the computer.)

Bummer, you say? Well yes, though it gives me a chance to sit back and reflect. To post comments to people's comments in the NYTimes (how is that for a total time suck). To think about how lucky I've been, because even this bout of illness came at a time when it is easy to fix and attend to -- at home, as opposed to in the small town of Perros-Guirec. 

I read about how on that rainy day I had in Paris, the city did indeed flood -- or at least some of the metro station flooded. How they did receive more inches of rain than on any one day before. I probably didn't help myself then by soaking my shoes, socks, pants -- and yet I managed to hold off from getting beaten down by it all until I got home. 

So here I am, on the couch, recovering nicely, while the winds howl and the temperatures drop outside. 

And what about the bulbs? Well, there's no way I can plant 50 of them today, but a little goes a long way: I do get myself up and out to do 25. In easy soil. After that? Couch time once again. With many cups of warm tea to help me along.

Toward evening I decide to bring in the chosen few pots of annuals -- ones that I think have an okay chance of doing well on the partly sunny windowsills here in the winter. The frost wont come until tomorrow night, but it's getting darn close already and I see no reason to leave them out one more day.The rest? Well, enjoy these last couple of days of color, because by Wednesday it's all likely to disappear.

Are we ready for winter yet? Gettin' there.

with love...