While I was outside, it being the most perfect of Fall days, I decided to plant the iris Sydney had left for me. Once I started to dig, it was hard to stop tidying the front yard. I hand-pulled the grass and weeds around what appears to be a tree stump in my garden spot. I discovered a wooden border to the patch of Day lilies along the front of the house, and a purposeful pile of rocks near the front door. I cleaned out the bucket next to the door so that it will be ready in the spring for some plantings. I found a rake under the over-grown rhododendron bush and cleaned up the mess I had made. Surveying my work, I realized I had made no discernible difference in the appearance of things, but I had begun to see the potential for a nice garden there. I was hot and dirty and sweaty. I came inside thinking it must be mid-afternoon or later, and saw it was barely one-thirty.
The next hour I spent making a vegetarian pie for David's and my supper. When it was in the oven, I still had hours of the afternoon left. I chose to spend the time reading my email and investigating things on the computer that I usually don't take the time to do. This all resulted in no new information or revelations, but the next thing I knew it was time to feed the dogs. That was four o'clock, and now it is five-thirty--time to get myself and my dinner over to David's.
I feel as if I have had a week's vacation.