Working at not doing any thing today
takes up most of my afternoon
Soon it’s time for my banjo lesson
I’d skip it in the spirit of this day of rest
except I’m behind on learning this song
I’d like to get solid in my budding repertoire
Earlier today I felt like there’s not enough time to get things done in. Lunchtime caught my attention. Then the dishes, and a trip to the compost. Phone rings – lives caught up on…in a flash, plans’re made for the first weekend in May.
I did water the gardens this late morning…a good dose for the striplings! Down to the roots! I saw the scattered grass seed sprouts that green rush over the ground freshly tilled and raked, mounded like a recent grave. Within the garden all week I watched the red stubble of lily of the valley busy spiking itself toward green and fragrant scent. Soon I’ll see the hostas’ slow spiral out of the thawed earth; as slow as all that’s perennial returns for another show, another good run. Any orchestration is unnecessary. Once the pattern’s set, the trigger tests the fuse and the great power unfolds at its own time worn pace.
All I have to do is keep the place clean, the gardens fertile, and myself happy. A good day for all that.