Being self employed, I never have a problem with Monday. In fact, I'm hard pressed to tell Monday from any other day of the week, since I pretty much work 7 days a week. (An occupational hazard of the self employed is to learn how to draw those boundary lines between work and personal, which I haven't really figured out yet, but I'm working on it.)
Today was wonderful because I was able to pick up my life again after my marathon sequester last week. I cleared everything from my calendar in order to make sure that the tax return would get done on time, and hooray! it did.
But not my favorite kind of work.
So today I was able to engage in my favorite kind of work, which is the business of living. I love taking care of house and home, growing food, raising chickens and seeing clients for energy work. I love making my own shampoo, deodorant, and toothpaste. I love it when my skin and hair smell like fresh air and sunshine because I've been outdoors for hours. And I love cooking outdoors, then sitting around the fire afterwards, gazing at the moon and stars to wind down the day.
I'm trying to continue to find time to bind books for Pegana Press too. Today I think I worked out a schedule where I work on book binding between 8 and 11, and then see clients in my healing practice between Noon and 3 pm. That way I still have time to fix meals for us all and then I can crash in the afternoon. I think it's a good Summer schedule, because it allows for working outdoors in the very early morning and the early evening when things are cooler. I am learning to adapt my schedule to match the ever shifting seasons, especially with the changing weather patterns we are having now...It's the Pacific NW for heaven's sake...We just don't have 87 degree weather in April!
But yes, I guess that is now a possibility. All potentials exist, and I'm feeling the need to be flexible. So I have also adopted the practice of Siesta in the hottest time of the day which seems to be late afternoon. And today I needed it!! And really appreciated it.
It left me feeling energized so I could tackle the super wild part of my yard. I was just going to build the fence to bypass that area, but I got thinking about it and really, the practical thing to do would just be to clear the blackberry overgrowth and include the old rusty metal storage shed -which I never use- to maybe do something practical with it.
This evening I uncovered a beautiful Hazel (one of my favorite trees) which was being choked out by brambles. My heart glowed to see it, and I found myself whispering to it, "Do you trust me?", because I wanted it to know I would go carefully and cautiously while I was removing the thorny plants around it.
I also freed up the tall Oregon Grape which was in danger of being covered by long thick blackberry canes. Now it should be much easier to build the fence in that area, with just a little more work.
I also uncovered some wood and some perfectly good fence posts. It just goes to show you that treated wood will stand up to the test of time even after laying on the ground, half covered with soil for the past 15 years at least. I'm going to use the posts to build frames to hang a gate on, so I won't have to contort myself, to avoid getting hung up on primitive wire "gates" to get around my yard.
The fence building project is going slower than I wanted it to. But I'm trying to keep at it because I'm anxious to plant, and there's just no point planting if I can't protect the garden from my chickens who are talented escape artists. My goal is to have them moved by the end of this week. Which will also require some pruning. I realized that the willow is not only the perfect cover, perfect playground for chickens but also the perfect jumping off point to fly right over the fence. They might not try it if they are entertained enough with their new environment, but why take the chance?
I'm crossing my fingers that I can plant soon!
This photo shows the full grown Peeps perched on branches 10 to 12 feet in the air. The fence behind them only reaches 8 feet tall. In this picture you can see how interested they are in the next tree over, which is outside of their yard, and located just a few feet from my raised beds. The Peeps began flying when they were still only a week old. And they're very good at it.
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