Brune d’Hiver lettuce seedling
I have three chairs, one bench, and two stumps in the veg gardens and greenhouses and I never use them for sitting. Indeed, as I have mentioned before, they tend to be clutter-catchers and nothing more.
But this morning, rapidly cooling coffee in hand and touche-pas kitty in my lap, I sat on the bench. I sat on the bench and thought, and listened, and tried to simply live in the moment. The birdsong is changing: it’s migration time, and we have new visitors. The sun is changing: at this early hour, it’s barely over the cottonwood at the corner of the property. The weather is changing: we are near peak with leaf color.
Maybe I need to do this more often.