Quiet warm Sunday in the North Woods. Flowers blooming everywhere. Birds chattering endlessly in the woods. It feels like we live in a jungle. I wouldn’t be surprised to see a monkey swinging from tree to tree–that’s how noisy it is in the forest at the end of May.
The weather is sultry-hot. What a warm spring! We’ve planted 70% of the garden now. One brocoli plant hath wilted; followed by a tipped-over tomato plant. The other plants seem to be taking root and flourishing in the humidity. We hope.
We’re still looking to buy winter squash and cucumber seedlings. They cost $1.99 – $2.99 per potted plant in Marquette yesterday. Crazy! We’ll amble through our local greenhouses again this week looking for a more reasonable price. Especially since we want to buy eighteen of each.
I meditated for over an hour this morning. It felt so good. In the midst of meditation the words of a blog arose. (People always say they can’t meditate because words and thoughts keep arising. Silly people. That’s part of meditation! You simply tell the words, “Wait you words! I shall write you afterward. Be still now. I will not forsake you…”)
I love when a blog writes itself through our deep listening.
Yesterday we traveled to Marquette. Stay tuned until tomorrow for harbor photos!
Today we lazed around the house. We’re cooking out on the grill soon. Lake trout caught by husband, marinated asparagus, soaked corn on the cob. A salad which includes artichoke hearts, lettuce, carrots, celery and other goodies lies ready in the frig in case we want more.
Nothing else new today. We both are going into work tomorrow morning. No big Memorial Day celebrations or parties for us! I am getting ready for a township audit. Sounds exciting, doesn’t it?
Part of me wants to hop in the car and drive downstate for my dad’s birthday this week. Unfortunately, with the audit and a township meeting and other obligations, it’s not looking likely. Don’t you hate it when you want to do something but work interferes? (However, as you all know, I do love to find ways to fit travel in between work–so you never know!)
Dad, if I don’t get down to hug you–Happy Birthday. I love you!