I started this blog yesterday, but lost it in cyberspace. Writing a second draft is a useful process. It forces me to think about my topic and hopefully do a better job this time.
Late April snow blanked the yard. Trees damaged, siding torn from the house in windstorms, and lilacs blooming late are all victims of the long cold April and early May. Tulips, however, loved the cool early spring.
Winds catapulted temperatures to hundred-degrees on Memorial weekend days. Iris bloomed and died in a day.
My first possible retirement date is July 1st. However, I feel I’m on a decision-making rollercoaster. I’ve barely scratched the surface of tasks to complete before I turn in a resignation letter, so I don’t think I’ll make that deadline. These are tasks to-do related to ending one long phase of my life and moving on to another, like selecting insurance providers, a health plan, talking to an attorney, etc.
I found a terrific cartoon about procrastination, that fits me rather well. It has sections for getting lost on social media (such as writing this blog – twice), cleaning or repairing things (the air conditioner for the upstairs of the house stopped working tonight, which will necessitate contacting a repair person in the morning, making arrangements to be home when they arrive, possibly buying a new system, etc.), and getting lost in daily chores (it was 95 degrees again today, consequently I’ve been watering every potted plant outside daily.)
I’m moving off the procrastination map and clearing away cobwebs.
It was a wonderful spring break in Nashville, TN and Ashville, NC. The Smokey Mountains are beautiful. I’ve returned home to a snow-covered landscape and below-freezing temperatures. As the landscape here at home is covered in white, my decision-making is obscured in fog. I hoped to make some progress toward my retirement decision during vacation, but I used the week away as an excuse to avoid thinking seriously about anything.
I enjoyed southern food, and visited many beautiful historic sites.
The cemetery at Andrew Jackson’s historic home, The Hermitage, has an impressive garden dedicated to Mrs. Jackson. The garden is already blooming in early March.
Mrs. Jackson’s burial site is near the garden. I hope to think more clearly when it’s warm enough to putter in my own garden.
This year for Valentine’s Day I’m dreaming of sunshine warm enough to melt the foot of snow covering everything, and the much taller drifts covering flower beds and breaking fences. I want the ice to melt to make walking easier for all of us. I want my frozen Nebraska backyard to turn into green grass and spring flowers. I’m dreaming of days filled with sunshine and warmth, although there is peace and beauty in sparkling snow.
I’m looking forward to early tulips, daffodils and lilacs. Its 10 degrees outside today
so I may need to go on a southern vacation to find spring flowers this early. However, I can take a mental vacation from winter by leafing through seed catalogs. It’s time to plan the summer vegetable and flower gardens.
I harvested almost everything from the garden this past weekend. Beets, squash and onions are stored in the barn to dry. They can remain in the barn until the nights are consistently in the mid-twenties. One or two nights will not drain all the summer warmth from the building.
My houseplants have summered outside for years. The brighter light and humidity outdoors always gives them a growth spurt. The first frost is expected tonight, in the second week in October, later this year than usual. The first frost has historically occurred at the end of September in this location. My garden has been located in Agricultural Zone 4 as long as I can remember. I haven’t moved, but the weather is warmer and this is now listed as Zone 5, with a longer growing season.
I planned to bring the remaining house plants inside last evening, but it rained again and the pots were covered with mud and wet leaves. Early dark and a 40 degree cold rain encouraged an early finish to the task. I covered the remaining pots this evening and hope they survive tonight’s frost.
Completing this task at a more leisurely pace is appealing. When I retire I’ll spend daylight hours clearing the garden.