The sky matches my morning mood. Moments of sunshine break through, then the sky turns off the light. Blue peeks out under a cloud then is misted over to grey. Back and forth. And so goes my mood.
My answer to what are you going to do today is met with, I’m not sure. So far, it has been filled with bursts of tidying followed by stretches of sitting with coffee and a book. Drowsiness takes hold and I fight the urge to nap with another cup of tea.
My body is fighting with my desire to get Saturday going.
Oh for the lost hour.
Even though I know I’ll be used to the earlier wake ups by next week, I resent the change. From the dark mornings to the annoying process of remembering how to change the time on the microwave, I hate the switch.
I walk outside to visit our fruit trees, each in a stage of regeneration. Our red wheel barrel has found a new home between them. A chair nearby invites and I make peace with my waring self. There is no need to do. Sitting in the sun that is currently shinning in the moment is the plan for now.
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Sitting in the sun is the best plan for a slow Saturday in March.
Feeling exactly this! “The moment is the plan…”. Love that! More moments need to be the plan.
This is the perfect description of Oregon Coast weather: ” Moments of sunshine break through, then the sky turns off the light. Blue peaks out under a cloud then is misted over to grey. Back and forth.” I was unable to capture it—so glad you did! Enjoy this day, no war necessary.
I do love the coastal fog. It always gives me an excuse to lay low. But the promise of sunshine it’s also nice
Here’s to possibility!
I love the push and pull of the weather and of your day, and then the final resting spot.
I love this line: “There is no need to do.” So wise. Wishing us all a little more grounding and balance in this time of transition. ❤️
Sitting beneath trees, in a comfortable chair, just watching life go by sounds like perfection. That’s not how my Saturday morning started (Mine began with a found-recorder being played.) so I’m a bit envious that yours started so sweetly and slowly.
You have the life with young ones. That has a pace that rarely is slow, but often sweet!
That it is!