A Sweet Friday
Dennis and his friend Dwayne joined the rest of the fellows at McDonald’s. I had a plan when I got up at eight.
The breeze from the south was brisk. My plan was to give loft to the leaves next to the picket fence between neighbor Jan’s and us. With the old rotting lilacs having been cut out last summer, I was able to get right next to the fence. I had help. Snuggles was right there sniffing every time when a layer of leaves was lifted. From there the two of us walked to the far east line of the acre. The branches that had blown down over the winter, I put on the trailer that was parked to next to the garage. There were too many to carry to our burning ring closer to the patio.
I had worn out snuggles and he decided on a nap in the patio porch. I found the dandelion poker and took out some of the plants that had made it through the winter. Some of the catnip plants were greening out. I poked a few of those and Harriet appeared from nowhere to enjoy the high from chewing on them. Sweet.
The last of my outdoor energy, I used on clipping off the old canes of the Russian Sage on the southwest corner of the house.
I walked into the house right with Dennis as he returned home from the coffee clutch.
My thought process while doing some yard work is that I need to build up my strength after a long winter’s nap. Doing housework and taking time in the studio is not allowing leg muscles to remain strong enough to supplement my core muscles. A little bit at a time and it feels sweet.
I took an hour and opened a new book to read, sitting in my bedroom porch. The breeze through the west window was just as great as the leftover breakfast coffee. That hour gave me the moxie to cook up some pasta. The meatballs from Easter had enough spices to carry them to today. I used some softened cream cheese into the drained hot pasta along with the minced, cut up meatballs. Supper on Stauffer Avenue is on! Dennis is doing up my dishes as I type. Can sweetness of the day carry on? I think so.
All that remains for the day is changing the dressing on Dennis’ foot. I have so enjoyed this day.
I did share the same sentiment as Dennis did when he came home. The black flies are out in force. Dennis had stopped at nephew Brett’s garage. All that there is at the site is gravel as the fellows are getting the trailers ready for DOT inspections. The black flies were making the fellows work one handed as they were swatting flies away.
Too much summer, too quickly.