Thursday, July 16, 2015

Drop Anchor

Like these clouds at sunset, yesterday just drifted past.  Heating up again and I just couldn't seem to settle into any specific task.  Bessie Anne gave up trying to follow me from room to room and went to lie down on the hearth stone behind the wood stove.  I watched deck plants droop and wilt throughout the day, but had to wait until dusk to go out and water.  Being neither a mad dog nor English, I wasn't about to go out in the noonday sun.  Sparrows and wrens, bluejays and woodpeckers came to splash and cool off in the birdbath and the spray from the sprinkler in the herb garden in late afternoon.  The bowl of water I'd filled for the wild things in the morning was almost empty by evening.  I'm lucky to pick up even one egg a day when it's hot; the hens just quit laying and I don't blame them one bit.

I'm hoping to get some specifics from my impending guests.  I'm running out of time here and even though I get more done as a deadline approaches, I need to know where the finish line lies.  In the meantime, I've got to quit drifting around like a rudderless boat, drop anchor, and get something done.

1 comment:

Kathryn Williams said...

Here's hoping the heat leaves and the company comes...once you know when.