All day long I did adult things...I scheduled work for the next couple of weeks, cooked lunch and cleaned up, did laundry, and attended a meeting with Hubby Tony to plan an event that's happening this fall. After the meeting we came home and I shredded a pile of papers for Tony, who's been cleaning up the filing cabinets in the office.
Each time the bin filled up I took it outside and spread the shreds around the tomato and pepper plants that constitute my garden this year. The intermittent rain we've had the past two days was coming down once again. During the last trip I walked out to reach the far corner of the garden strip, and the moisture oozed in between my flip flops and my feet. It felt really good, and made me realize I hadn't walked in the wet grass for a very long time. Tonight would be a great time to change do just that.
I came inside, dropped off the shredder bin, and told Tony if he was looking for me I'd be outside. I left my shoes by the front door, then stepped back into the natural world.
The past week has been perfect for growing things, and the grass (and weeds) were tall and luxuriant. I walked across the front yard, stopping to pull up a couple of tiny maple tree sprouts, then headed to the back. The yard was soft and spongy, and made a squishing noise as I walked across it. I strolled along a mole run, which felt really strange with bare feet. When I reached a molehill, the mud squeezed up between my toes. it felt so good I did it a second time.
The area by the sewer tends to be wetter than the rest of the yard. Tonight it was saturated! I stood in a large puddle of water for a couple of minutes, then headed back towards the house. When I reached the front door my feet were wet and covered with mud and grass clippings. Since I was returning to the adult world, I stopped to remove the mess before I went back inside.
Five years ago today: Stand For Stan