Still waiting for rain as Tropical Storm Sandy does her thing. With the high temperature right at 70 degrees, it's been a pleasant, albeit gray, day. A balmy breeze has been blowing ... feels like spring ... not at all the blustery autumn wind one might expect this time of year. The leaves are falling steadily. Rouse mowed and blowed and raked those leaves. I helped him a little bit, managing one end of a big drop cloth piled high with leaves as we dragged it to the now-almost-full leaf bin. The leaves in that bin will be used this winter to heavily mulch my potato beds.
It was an outdoor work day. Tackling the chicken chores, getting up leaves, replacing summer plants in outdoor pots with cold-weather-hardy kale and pansies, cleaning up the garden and the garden shed, picking up trash, weeding, tidying up in general. There's a simple joy to getting lost in the task at hand, going with the flow of things, following your nose, breathing in the fresh air ... and very rewarding to see the neat and tidy space that evolves.
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