I woke at 3:00 am and couldn’t get back to sleep. Warm air air that smells like summer drifted through our open window. I have a whole week ahead of me, dedicated entirely to my garden. All I could think about was, Where will I begin? Cleaning out leaves? Pruning rose bushes? Spreading mulch? I was a seven-year-old on the night before Christmas. HOW CAN I SLEEP WHEN SO MUCH EXCITEMENT HAPPENS TOMORROW?
I padded into the kitchen in bare feet and drank a glass of milk, wishing it was just time to get up already. I wasn’t sleepy. I wanted to put my gardening clothes on and begin, but it was dark night out. Gah! Why can’t the sun just rise already?
Heritage Stone delivered my mulch yesterday. Two truckloads of six cubic yards each. A pile in our driveway for our front beds and a pile at the top of the hill for the back. Today is going to be glorious. Partly sunny and a high of 82 degrees (28℃).
It’s a more reasonable hour than 3 o’clock now. It’s 6:42 am. I’ve fed the cats and emptied the dishwasher. I drink a kale smoothie and listen to birds wake. The sky is an inky blue now instead of black. Writing this passed some time. As soon as it’s light enough, I’m going out.
Enjoy!
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Enjoy your garden! It’s a good place to be.
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