As you might have noticed, I'm having a difficult time finding time. I seem to have mislaid it somewhere (or is it mislayn?). Yes, I'm feeling busy, and when I'm not busy I'm feeling like nourishing myself with yoga or a meditation or a walk, or with being active putting the house in order, clearing away dust and debris, pruning the garden.
Yes, the garden is calling to me. Hark, the sun is out, the wind is away, come and play! And so the old tomato plants are at last removed and in the compost. The garlic cloves are planted. The rose bushes are pruned, ditto the cherry tree (very judiciously). The bits and pieces blown about the yard by the many days of Mistral this winter have been raked away. And I'm thinking, I need chickens! It's time!
So, when to find that moment to head over to Cavaillon where they sell chickens? or do I go down to the Arles' market? or do I order them over the internet? Friends with chickens don't have any for me at the moment, unfortunately.
I'm feeling that spring fever.
I've already sort-of Feng Shuied a couple corners of the house (got to keep those money and relationship corners clear and receptive, right?), gone through clothes, shoes, Jonas' kids' books, old games, etc.,
All aswirl, when I'm not being calm and centered and chilling out that is.
And it's only mid-February! Mmmmm