New seasons come and at the beginning I think they will change everything. The sun! It changes everything. And today is rainy, which changes everything. It was hard to get out of bed this morning. My two perfect blankets keeping me warm, and my groggy cognizance of drizzle and thunder. A perfect spring morning, and a perfect way to not have to water the garden. Alas, rain does not water our chickens’ watering fountain. And (un?)fortunately it does not rain poultry pellets to fed them with. Ha! Gross.
Looking forward to the summer. A new way to spend some of my AmeriCorps hours– gardening with first-time non-violent juvenile offenders on the east side. This is a welcome break from my most-challenging year running an after-school program. Produce from our harvest will be donated to the Community Kitchen on Ohio Ave.
I haven’t been playing my ukulele much lately. It just hangs on the wall reminding me that I’m leaving it unfinished, unattended. Perhaps today I will take it out to the porch and reconcile myself to it in the company of the raining symphony. Maybe I could hear the drops on the coop tin roof.
Jonny and I are sort of planning a small harvest wedding, but really we’ll probably just end up getting married barefoot in the woods somewhere.
oh kelly! i miss hearing you say things in person
i’m moving home to ohio next week… let’s try to meet up for a beer–preferably multiple beers–sometime!
Well welcome home, girl. I hope you get settled all nice, holler at me for those beers when you’re comfy.