The Rush of Spring

There is so much to do. I just laugh. There's no way I will ever get it done so why even try to stress myself? Instead, I go about getting done what keeps plants and animals and myself alive. Most days I don't even get to paint at all or do anything in the art table. It's a funny thing that when the weather becomes nice, there is no time for art but when it's cold, I'm too cold to feel inspired. Maybe art is not a priority anymore. And that's ok. The yard needs a lot of my attention right now. Weeds keep on trying to put out seed, and many will succeed. Then, later on, in Summer, the watering duty. I mean I am already doing that twice a day, already. The sun is just too hot. But it will get hotter, still. This is also my workout. I am carrying around a watering can instead of the garden hose. I really could use extra help, tho. Clones of myself. Because then I wouldn't have to talk. I am trying to expand the garden area but the deer reminds me that unless I fence in, nothing will grow. And I don't have the money to buy materials, nor the energy to get that set up. There are other pressing things. Everything is pressing, and I am in no hurry. It's amazing how one can keep pushing things for later if those undone things cease bothering us. That's something I can control. I've no choice. Because...energy is quite limited. This year I turn 59. Ain't it crazy? Someday I'm going to die. And there will be many things undone that I am hoping to get done before that I die. But they won't be done. And I won't be here anymore.

Here are some pics from 2019.

 

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