Outside of my “Normal”-Actual Accomplishments

Dear Readers:
Have you ever had one of those rare occasions when everything you planned for actually went according to plan?

My “To-Do” list has been completely crossed off (for the time being), my chest is puffed out and I know I deserve a treat.

My garden-along with winter’s compost and the load of poop-has been tilled under-ready to receive this year’s plantings.

It’s beautiful dirt and it’s mine.

The broccoli seeds have been started and are already beginning to sprout.

The carrot seeds are just below the surface of this beautiful dirt. (I should probably add, “label the label holders” to my list…).

The lawn has been mowed…

…and fertilized.

The bird bath is filled-ready for Mr. Robin Redbreast and his friends to show it a little action.

The Parsley is sprouting, reminding me to buy some red potatoes and have a yummy meal for Biceps.

The landscaping has been planted. This tiny nubbin’ is hardy lavender.

And the “trees” have been stuck in the earth, fertilized, mulched…

…and laughed at. I mean, they are ridiculously unimpressive. Let’s be real-they are sticks. Geesh-what have I done?…

Except for the disappointment with my “tree-sticks”, it’s been a great past couple of days. The list has been defeated. Time to put my feet up and enjoy a glass of wine.

So, what have you been up to?

The Rainy Day Bonuses

Most people drink in the ‘blue sky’ days, but I prefer the rainy days. When I see the tiniest of raindrops, I put the tea on to boil and grab my favorite book.
I believe this love has something to do with the first moldable years spent in Germany as a child, underneath the covering of dark clouds.

Last night, as the thunder rolled in, I burrowed deeper into my fluffy comforter and worked for hours; breaking occasionally to admire the lightening as it ignited in the sky.

I think there was a bit of showing off by the good Lord this morning. The world had been touched with a fresh coat of color.

Every leaf was bathed in the purest emerald hue. When the wind would pass through its branches, leftover sparkly drops fell onto the tips of the grass below, decorating it with the help of the sunlight.

The chit chatting of prancy, newly cleaned birds couldn’t be subsided; even when the 14 dogs that surround us loudly announced the passing of a runner.

And my weird cat, although he has a sanitized ceramic dish filled with fresh water every morning, prefers to drink from this rock after a rain.
I guess the rain has a little something for everyone. Thanks, God.