07/06/2013 by syrbal-labrys
A cool July day, almost noon and the sun is still hiding in clouds. I don’t mind, but I feel lazy today and am avoiding work of several sorts. I know I should be cutting back garden stuff so the yard waste container can go FULL to the road Monday morning. And I need to cut up meat for meals before freezing it. And grind pork to make chorizo. And get a plan for Monday hot stuff making.
Instead, I am watching the goldfinches fluttering about the bird-feeders. I am listening to the baby swallows in the soffit of the house tweeting for the breakfast, which parents likely are struggling to find as the mosquitos hide from the cool air. I am looking at a four foot long section of hops vine drooping down off the arbor as if to take over the rattan chair beneath.
I’m listening to the ferrets in the tissue paper basket snore gently. I’m looking at a basket of laundry in need of away-putting, and not doing it. I’m ignoring my tarot study work. I think I will take a lazy bath and read a trashy novel. After all, the work will all still be there waiting for me tomorrow, won’t it?