Oh my, y'all. You're so sweet. I'm not especially sad today at all although I suppose it is a logical assumption to make from my talk of tears.
I think I just have the willy-nillys, the shiver-shakeys, the loony-toonies, the bozo-ramas.
Or something. Medical terms can be tricky and diagnosis even more so.
It's actually been a good day so far. We got a lot done here at La Casa Luna (do you sort of hate it when I call it that? I do but sometimes I just have to, so sorry- I do promise never to use the word "hearty" unless in an ironic fashion, okay?)
I planted potatoes and onions and cucumber seeds and Mr. Moon planted peppers and tomatoes and squash and peas which is all sort of mixed up. The potatoes and peas should have been in last month, the tomatoes and peppers, etc. mostly don't go in until late March, if then. But here we are with spring making its presence known not just by the the leaves and blossoms but by the fact that the ants are making their summer homes up above the surface of the ground and every fucking time I stand still long enough to slap a mosquito (which we also have already) the ants swarm up my feet and bite their way along as if their mouths were some sort of mountain climbing equipment like Jaw Crampons. Isn't crampon just the silliest word?
But we got all of that in the garden before the rains came and then the rains sort of slacked and Mr. Moon put out all of the potted plants which had been spending the winter in Chez Mud Room and I put all the front porch plants back in their proper positions and am washing the sheets I used to cover them for frosts this year. I swept the porch and it looks so nice, although the plants are somewhat the worse for winter's wear.
I also planted a few things I'd had rooting all winter. A split-leaf philodendron, some firespike. Then I transplanted some baby phlox shootlings to various places and as soon as I was done with all of that, the rain came pouring down as if in response to a call for watering and it is still raining nicely, such a beautiful sound, sleepy-making and slap-happy as it hits the ground.
There is more to do but it's good to have the rain tell me to come in and wash off and take a rest, not that I've really been busting my ass or anything. It's been real gentle work. Maybe we'll find some old movie on the TV and watch it, me and Mr. Moon. If there's not some sporting event already on in which case I'll just go read and probably fall asleep even though I slept for about ten hours last night. I did get up in the middle of the night and went to the guest room and read for about an hour, telling myself that no, I did not have insomnia, it was just the pause between my first and second sleeps and it was very lovely.
Ah. It is a beautiful afternoon and this rain is everything we need. It smells good, it is making a coolness which we already appreciate. It is a sustaining rain and a nurturing rain. The chickens don't even seem to notice it. I think if anything, they like it.
But then again, I just looked at the weather and we may be about to get a storm with fifty or sixty mph winds.
That would not be so slap happy. That would pick up a chicken and sling her into tomorrow.
I'll let you know if I see any chickens being slung. I surely will.