A friend gave me 2 tickets to the Boston Flower Show, something I have wanted to go to for years and always put off or forgot about. This was the year though, and off Joe and I went to spend some time among the lovely displays of spring. Given that our realtor had just visited on Friday and given us the thumbs up for the house being ready to list, it was a weekend off for me from all that DIY. We wandered around looking at all the vendors, displays and various contest entries, just enjoying the chance to be doing something so different from the norm. Sometimes that is all that is needed, a bit of a change up to the routine to make things feel fresh again.
January has passed and I only got out one day with my camera. Nearly all my free time has been spent finishing up house projects, sorting and packing, and trying to motivate myself to keep doing those items over and over until done. My energy swells and wanes with no rhyme or reason. I have reached a point where I am tired of the fussiness of getting the house ready to sell, no house is perfect, no color choice is perfect and no layout will appeal to everyone. So instead I am going for clean, tidy and fresh. New flooring, new carpets, new island, new sink, new garage door openers and such. All to replace or improve items we lived with, or without, very comfortably for years. Funny how you will put up with things you wouldn’t expect someone else to.
This weekend though, I am taking a bit of a break and plan to get out of doors to see new and old sights. My mind needs a good dusting out, as do my joints. The paint and packing can wait for another day, they won’t be going anywhere and the DIY house fairy is unlikely to swing by. “All work and no play” after all is no way to spend all my time.
I like to take a moment and set a spell when I can, so I can reflect and relax while I look around a bit. No phone, no tv, no distractions other than the darting fall dragonflies and goldfinches lunching on seeds. These brief interludes on late summer days me help store up energy for the winter days ahead when sunlight is sparse.
The month of July, having sped by, is nearly at its end. Mentally I have been stuck weeks back somewhere in mid June. As a result my progress has suffered on all fronts but the relaxation one. I think it is because the realtor came last month, took a look and gave us a short list of things to do. Not hearing to-do items I had expected, and having the list shorter than expected, had the effect of halting my mad rush of house activity. And yet, also halting my progress creatively. An odd side effect, as the time for it was freed up. I have been getting out on field trips and hikes, which had fallen by the wayside all spring. I guess I just needed July to pass me by in this manner, to give me a chance to recoup before I return to the task lists I now need tackling. To pause and enjoy the view as I look into August.
After a long day of yard work, house chores and general DIY stuff it was nice to take a walk by the lake up the street. The air was mild, a gentle breeze stirred the water and spread the smell of spring along the trail. We will sleep well tonight.
Memorial Day Weekend, heralded as the start of summer. It brings to mind long, lazy days spent in a hammock or row boat. it makes me want to be in a place where I can hear the cry of loons, the breeze sighing through the pines overhead, and the water lapping at the shore. Where a good book, cold drink and morning walks are the makings of a great day. Where at night a fire brightens the darkness below and the stars shine above. Both reflecting off the smooth water.