Bliss

What an extraordinarily satisfying day yesterday.

The spindly, dead cedar is gone, but that’s not all, folks. What an inspiration some actual sunshine can be. Having dispensed with the cedar, I got the bucket and brush out and started scrubbing and de-sliming the deck, stripping off as I did, first the sweatshirt, then the long sleeved cotton shirt, until I was down to a t-shirt. Wow. When was the last time I was outside wearing nothing but a t-shirt? (And jeans, of course.) And when was the last time I used those deck scrubbing muscles? (Well, obviously, if those muscles were strictly reserved for scrubbing the deck, the last time I used them was a year ago.)

And look!

Yes, I know you’ve seen it before, but this is the first appearance this year of the umbrella.

The best part of the day? Sitting quietly at the table with a cup of tea for half an hour watching hummingbirds at the feeder and listening to the other birds in the trees. Bliss.

And this morning, for the first time, I do actually like the Mac. Most of my complaints still stand, but, unlike the clapped out Toshiba, the battery for which died completely some years ago, I can unplug the Mac. And so, for the first time ever, I believe, I am writing a post sitting outside. More hummingbirds visit as I type. Heaven.

What to do with the rest of the day? The rest of the windows aren’t going to wash themselves, are they? Or should I see if I can get a shopping appointment at the garden store, pick up some replacement raspberry and dwarf blueberry bushes? And some petunias for the window boxes. Or, assuming the garden swing cushions have dried out from their Saturday soaking, should I just head down there with my book?

Shall I compare this to a summer’s day?

Decisions, decisions.