This week was interesting. I woke up early most days, but didn’t get out of bed. I was a lazy bum and didn’t go to yoga on Tuesday. But I did go on Thursday, and it was the most beautiful class… I came home feeling tired and warm in my body and perfectly still in my mind, and simply grateful to be alive. I wish I could feel that way all of the time.
There are no plans for the weekend, and it’s too hot to get out. Maybe I will plan my landscaping out this weekend. DIY has a planner online that looks fun to play with. There are so many things I want to squeeze into the yard – a fruit tree, a philodendron, a vegetable garden plot, an herb garden plot, something to bloom all year and a cutting flower garden for the warmer season. All in about 500 square feet (I think; I haven’t done anything as practical as measure the yard yet).
The mice are silent, but still here… I can feel it. I hear a scrabble every now and then, but it is fleeting. I hope they aren’t munching on something somewhere I haven’t noticed; DH pulled out a book the other day and fully 1/4 of it was eaten into shreds. I didn’t know paper was nutritious, and am hoping the book just had food residue on it. DH is a messy reader…
