Sunday, August 17, 2014
I felt a bit tired.
Probably from getting up early. I like to get up early.
I'd done chores, then hopped into the car and ran my town errands. By 9am I was back home.
I worked in the garden for a few hours until the sun burned through the foggy and overcast skies.
I picked green beans, yellow summer squash, cukes, picked up tomatoes that had fallen off the plants, and picked some carrots also.
I prepped all the veggies along with a zucchini for our veggie part of the supper.
Bacon, tomatoes. and all the vegetables I'd picked were going to be a part of a stir fry with crisp bacon topping it and melted cheese.
Sounds odd, but it would be an experiment.
I'd taken a hike to check on fences and dropped into the valley off the point. I was able to find my winter snow shoe trail rather easily and it wouldn't take much trimming to make it ready for fall and winter hiking.
When I got back from that, I felt tired.
But I didn't want to really go in the house.
So I got a pillow and blanket and tossed them under the shady trees between the hickory and the pines.
I laid down on my back and gazed up for a bit into the leaves and sky.
The slight breeze made a sighing sound in the leaves and pine needles.
Next thing I know I was sound asleep. I can't recall sleeping so peacefully in such a long time.
So I wonder what my husband would think if I took a pillow and blanket and slept out under the trees at night?