Relative Something

Like the sleepy let-down after a sugar rush, the day after all the exciting energy of a multitude of birthday salutations can feel particularly empty. There is a bird outside that keeps whistling the classic “call” of wheeeee-ooooo-weeeet, as if it wants some attention. Cyndie and Delilah are down with the horses and I can hear Delilah’s repeated shrill bark that indicates she is tied up away from the center of the action and feels left out.

I didn’t take a single picture of our adventures yesterday, but not because it wasn’t beautiful. I was just going with a relaxed flow of whatever grabbed my attention next, and it never involved the camera. I had hoped to get all the mowing done and maybe fit in an afternoon nap, but that nap showed up much earlier than I would have planned. I let it happen in the morning. Everything after that just moved along slowly.

So, the mowing is only half-done this morning. I need to finish the installation of the water spigot down at the labyrinth. The fences and grounds are in dire need of a trim with the brush cutter. The trails need to be mowed. The compost needs to be turned. Poison ivy needs a second spraying. The sour dock weeds (Rumex crispus) growing in the hay-field need to be pulled. Our hay needs to be cut and bailed.

All tasks that deserve attention now.

Too bad they only happen one at a time. The challenge today is to see how many of those tasks I can move off my list. Full speed ahead!

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