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I’ve been planning a garden for the last couple of years, but have yet to actually set up the raised beds…despite having the lumber to do it. Why? It seems that other projects (interests?) always get in the way and, before I know it, it’s too late in the year to begin. Thankfully, volunteers have been allowing me to practice a bit this year!
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The forecasted storms have rolled in. We got a brief drenching yesterday afternoon, it definitely rained overnight, and the rain ramped up again this morning. Walking out in the downpour to shut the chicken coop door reminded me why rain is so important, in ways we take for granted.
It’s an oppressively humid day – the kind of day that makes the air, heavy and wet, a presence. It feels like something is building out there, and based on the forecast, it is: thunderstorms. Frankly, it will be a relief if the skies open up and the moisture rains down because it will lower temperatures, cleanse everything in its path, and soak the dry earth. Come on, rain…we’re all waiting.
Ok, I realize that there’s some irony inherent in typing a post on writing by hand. But, after many years of neglecting (and underappreciating) the ability to handwrite, I’m revisiting it…and striving to improve mine. But is it important in today’s tech-driven society? Regardless of how reliant on technology we’ve become, I do think that preserving the art and skill of handwriting is a worthy endeavor.
On the hunt for Queen Anne’s Lace this morning, I spied what looked like a small sail against the verdant backdrop. The dew clung to it as if it were sea spray…sparking my imagination. Have a great Friday!
I’m spellbound by a tall Silver Maple tree that seems to keep watch over our property. This morning, the dawn sky was all soft colors, the shadowy tree standing steadfast against the pink and lavender backdrop…an arboreal guardian.
