People who know me know that I am never still. I have so many things I love to do, and since I work all week and have a long commute, all my interests have to be packed into evenings and weekends. This time of year it's primarily the garden, which is slowly ramping itself up and beginning to produce. On top of the onions, garlic, asparagus, and rhubarb, however, are the weeds. The straw mulch I used last fall looked clean to me, but apparently it had grass seed in it, because the grass crop is abundant this year, and it takes most waking moments to get on top of it. I figured this weekend would be spent on hands and knees, picking grass out of the beets and lettuce while the sun baked the back of my neck and bees dodged around my ears.
However, it's raining today, and the ground is like cake batter. Going out in the garden would only compact the soil, and pulling weeds would only uproot surrounding seedlings. So today will be an indoor day, where a host of possible activities await me. What shall I choose? Working on my needlepoint tapestry? Reading The New Farm by Brent Preston? Baking lavender cookies? Starching the Christmas ornaments I'm taking to the arts and crafts sale next month? Framing the cross-stitch gift I just finished? Putting a back on the half-finished baby quilt? Working on the manuscript I'm supposed to have turned in to my publisher? Or (heavens forbid) doing some housework? Naah. Mopping can wait. A snug, rainy day is too precious to waste. I think I'll spend today listening to Celtic music while dressing the new tabletop loom, so my husband can get started on his weaving project.
There's no chance I will ever be bored in life. So many interesting things to learn and do!
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