I thought I would take a leisurely stroll around outside before calling it a day but I have found that I am incapable of doing so without resorting to pruning, weeding, rearranging rocks, or the like. I used to think that all the time I spent doing yardwork was in an effort to create a soothing setting in which to relax. Now I have begun to realize that it's the peaceful therapeutic puttering that I crave; not the relaxation.
This has been an idyllic summer day -- sunny, hot, hazy and humid. I love summer -- the way it sounds, smells and looks. Especially when it has been just a tad bit too dry, the dirt roads are dusty and the hay fields have been cut. It is, to me, as magical as crisp, fresh fallen snow in winter.
Just a few minutes ago, even though I couldn't see through the trees, I'm sure there must have been one glorious rainbow! Without any warning, the sky opened up and gave way to a downpour while the sun never even "blinked." It was so unexpected that at first I wasn't sure what I was hearing. It didn't last long though. If not for a leftover droplet here and there and the excitement of the birds, it would be as if it never happened.
Maybe tomorrow I'll take another leisurely stroll and finish pulling those weeds that are invading my current bush and choking out the myrtle!
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