I worked from home today and for my afternoon break I did a walking meditation. I didn't get in a hurry and simply walked to the barn and beyond observing. The color is changing daily. You can almost see the brown of winter flowing into green. The dogwoods are only days away from turning into white blossom clouds. Even the oak, which is a fairly conservative tree is putting on fresh shoots. Communing with nature drops my blood pressure by twenty points.
We've started germinating seeds and we have a table full of squash, cucumber, tomato and lettuce.
I would transplant them to the garden but the weatherman says we'll get six to eight inches of rain in the next few days. Haste makes waste so we'll nurse the plants a while longer before committing them to the earth.
I'm making arrangements to fly down to Florida on Sunday to see my cousin Joe. I can't stay long because of work commitments, but I want to see him and let him know how much he means to me. He's going through a very difficult time right now and I wish there was some way I could lighten his load.
I'm headed for the deck to catch the last few moments of light and daydream about fresh homegrown tomatoes.
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