Drying Winds
It has got to be the windiest spring on record. It has been a continued crop of tree tips and small branches. It keeps Dennis’ little burning ring busy.
By nine thirty this morning, I had my white paint brush in the cleaning water. That awful west wall of the potting shed looks wonderful with its new coat of paint. The 24″ between it and the pickup garage wall doesn’t leave much room other than bending at the waist and painting the four foot wall of the hipped roof that the potting shed has. It’s okay. It is done. Not everyone gets to have a 12′ x 20′ potting shed and it sure comes in handy. Early mornings have always been the best to get the worst done. Tomorrow morning may be a repeat. I am not saying I will get the entire south side of the garage done that faces Stauffer Avenue . . . but it’s worth a try. It definitely has had a very light coating from the handyman, I now need to give it a covering coat of paint. It is working out great as I have a half gallon of the fourth gallon of paint left.
Dennis thought it was a day worthy of going after our first Dairy Queen of the season. I didn’t mind one bit that he was heading towards the Sleepy Eye Dairy Queen. It felt good to take a road trip and relax. I think today is flag day and there were many out as we drove by. The sad thing is that with the high winds very few got to fly without getting whipped about. We took ours down the other day as it was getting whipped into the Lilac bush that is usually too far away to catch it.
We live in town but it is amazing how much dirt and dust swirls around. We have the windows shut and shades drawn . . . keeping hot sun beams and dust at bay.
Enjoy the Monday for whatever it may bring. There is contentment in routines. There may be a chance to experience some small difference from the usual . . . we just need to be open to it.