The moon was gorgeous last night. Just like the sun the other day, but a bit more muted. I was playing with exposure out of my bedroom window last night, trying to photograph it, when I heard the terrifying scream of a mountain lion somewhere close by. Too close for comfort. Three times I heard that piercing scream and boy, did it give me the shivers. That is a frightful sound if I've ever heard one.
I spent the weekend outside every possible second. When the motivation strikes, you have to go with it. The garden was tilled and the next day I went to the cheapest greenhouse around here and got tomato and pepper plants. (No. I didn't start seeds and No. I don't want to talk about it.) I went into greenhouse/planting mode when I got there and became a little overzealous in my plant nabbing. When I came home and started planting them, I realized I had overshot the tomatoes by about 40 plants. 143 tomato plants at last count. I was *planning* on downsizing to 100 tomato plants this year but... yeah. Too late. Hello roadside stand!
While I planted green things in the garden, the baby laid on the porch and between planting/weeding/mowing/etc. I laid with her. Birds were flying. Leaves were bursting. Buds were swelling. Rain was pattering. It was bliss.
Putting the plants in this year was one of the most pleasant 'putting in' years I've ever had. It was overcast and gray and a soft, misty rain would begin and end every hour or so- not enough to stop my work but enough to keep me cool and content. This is the first year, I think ever, that I did not get a major sunburn or need to take sweaty breaks in the tree shadows every couple hours.
Seeds are still left to plant and that is a big job in itself (and one I hope to finish in the next two days- before the rains come again!) but the garden is starting to look all clean and bright and hopeful.
And that leaves me feeling the same way about things.