6:30 is too early for a Sunday, ne c'est pas? Alas, that is the time I arose this morning, and while my body wanted to fall back asleep, my mind was already off and running. So, up I got.
Something tells me I'm going to regret this later...like when I'm trying to watch the new Avengers movie tonight.
Last Sunday was my last day off, and that was only at my request. There are no more days off in the foreseeable future, between the part-time bar job and the near-40 hour demands of the restaurant. It's a hard-knock life, I reckon, but that's how it goes when you're in search of The Dream. So we savor the tranquil moments while we can. Like yesterday, for example. By some stroke of excellent luck, it was just me and the youngest son in the house for a few hours. I took him out for lunch, and then I made him do yardwork with me. I showed him how to mow the yard, and he discovered it's not terribly fun nor easy. Ah, yes. Tranquility.
Then, as shown in the picture above, we got the rest of our home garden in. As you can see, the kale is doing nicely. Tomatoes and peppers are now in. Peas are just about ready for trellising. From here on out, it's just maintenance work now. In what is usually known as excellent timing, it rained yesterday evening, just in time to welcome the new plants.
And that brings me to this morning. It's a rather sensual one, to be honest. And I mean sensual in the sense that all my senses are appealed to (how many times can one use the word 'sense' in a sentence?). I'm enjoying a cup of java and a green smoothie on my porch, listening to the twitters of the birds, trying to count the different shades of green I see just in my backyard, and inhaling deeply the good smells of clean, healthy, growing earth.
It's a good day to be alive.
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