knee deep in weeds

notes on a simple life

nodding terms

“I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demandto know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends.” 
― Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

The weather takes a turn and the rain eases up a bit. I spend time in the garden, moving plants and getting the vegetable beds ready to plant. The dog follows me and slips onto the old pillow I use to kneel on, when I am not looking. I decide to get him his own pillow one day and he seems happy with the arrangement. I take breaks and lay back on the grass and watch the sky. I follow a hawk as it  flies back and forth over our yard, and spot a hang-glider floating over our home. I close my eyes and try to count the different bird calls I hear. I find peace and quiet and gratitude and take in the warmth of the sun. I come in later, dirty and tired and happy. 

Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to was never there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it. Where is there a place for you to be? No place... Nothing outside you can give you any place... In yourself right now is all the place you’ve got.
— Flannery O'Connor, Wise Blood

It feels at times that the week drags on. The days seem endless and the nights long. At times, I feel as if I am just going through the motions of living each ordinary day. But by week's end I feel myself coming out of it; i am experienced enough however to know, that the waves will surface again and come crashing towards shore. But I am learning to not stand in the swell of the tide with a life-vest, but rather get myself safely out of the cresting upsurge.  

We take advantage of Acorn's free streaming and watch episodes of Doc Martin and laugh. 
Basil get's a clean bill of heath from the vet. 
I start this book and this one too, because they both come in from the library at the same time. 
I buy new dahlia tubers and he agrees to make me a couple of new beds for them. 
I get some seeds in the ground and pray they don't drown. 

“Happiness is anyone and anything that's loved by you.” 
― Charles M. Schulz

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