Sunday felt like a day well spent. Decent weather meant it was time to tackle some of those long awaited outdoor chores. Nothing makes you feel more good about life/things/the day when you have accomplished something. Even a little something. Even if it is nothing.
Because Saturday was another day well spent. Except I did absolutely nothing. Or maybe I should say I accomplished nothing on my To Do list. And it still felt good.
When Plans Go Awry
It had been a tough week. Normally an early riser, I overslept on Saturday. Maybe my brain had shut off. I was cursing myself because there was so much planned to get done during the weekend. Then I realised it was raining. Really raining.
Coffee to hand, movie on the laptop, I enjoyed my lie in. Plans were put on hold for… later. Except, it kept raining. Light, heavy, light. I stayed in bed. By mid-day it was an easy decision to declare a duvet day. Time to settle in to the do nothing zone.
Go With the Flow
Once I got my head around the fact I was probably not going to tackle my projects, I relaxed. Napped, read a book, watched another movie. Somewhere in there, I eventually changed from my pyjamas.
By late afternoon I felt refreshed and rejuvenated, so when I went out to check on the ducks, and discovered the rain had stopped and the day turned mild, I actually started in on one of my projects. An easy one. Clearing my eventual patio of rubbish (trash). Since the weather had created soggy ground it was perfect worm hunting conditions, too. The ducks were happy to help, and most of the time was spent laughing. I think I even managed to collect a couple buckets of broken bits before dusk called it a day.
The Next Day Spent…
Sunday, my mind must have still been on holiday, as I slept in again. Repeat of Saturday except this time, after my coffee, I felt raring to go. And, it wasn’t raining.
As mentioned, Sunday was a day well spent in that it was as it had been intended to be. The garden after fall and winter was in a sorry state. The plants clinging to falling down bean trellis tunnel were well dead and in need of clearing. The bird netting above the walled garden had multiple holes.
Debris was cleared, trellis tunnel replacement was underway with some new pieces of wood, including cross top pieces. Having these on a permanent basis means I have to use less protective netting over the garden. That’s a win win in my book as that stuff is not pretty, especially by the end of winter.
Needs Must
I still need netting in certain areas until my fruit trees gain a little height. Netting is great and horrible. Great in that it does its job. Horrible in that when you go to put it up, it catches on EVERYTHING!!
I made sure to clear the area of all things not necessary that the netting might catch on. First it was attached, at the top of the new garden posts (so well above my head) at one corner. Then stretched and fastened in increments across my garden bird wires. It’s a very slow process, but the end result is a nice high, taught net that will keep my pet ducks safe from predator birds.
On Reflection
End of a long, fruitful day and I sit, writing this. Glass of Cremant to hand, relaxing and reflecting. It was a good weekend. A weekend that feels like the start of the new year. Both days were well spent, just in very different, but necessary ways.
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