Inner Dialogue

Tonight I went outside and watered my garden. I used the hula hoe to get some weeds out of the way. I filled up the watering can and got the plants on the deck. Then I went around the other side of the house and petted Grandma Kitty as I opened up the hay barn. I filled up the goat feeders, turned off the buck's water, then took the chicken food bucket out to the pen. As I walked out there I talked to each goat and gave them a pat on the head, doing a quick health check up for anything out of the ordinary. I filled up the chicken feeder, picked up eggs in the kennel and behind the plywood, and then brought them into the house. After taking the bucket back out to the hay barn, I got my camera and went around to the sunflowers so I could catch the shot that caught my attention earlier. I put the camera away, and found the wildflower seeds so I could over plant the bulb beds. Seeds sprinkled and covered with mulch, watered in to get a start in the cool desert night before the sun heats things up in the morning. I came back in and jumped in a cool shower to wash away the hay I am allergic to and the last remains of the dirt on my hands.

Refreshed. Relaxed. This is the pace I enjoy and seek out. Small tasks, every day stuff, but no hurry, no appointments, no phone calls, no where else to be but here. Nice.