Woke this morning feeling stuffy.
While friends and acquaintances were sniffling, sneezing and snorting their way through the yellow haze of tree pollen weeks ago - we had a mild winter and an early spring this year - I was fine.
Must be the grasses...
No real chance of rain in our immediate forecast. Drought, anyone? Unless we have a really topsy-turvy summer, I feel we will have an early drought (and no, folks...it's not summer yet, it's late spring - check your calendar for the summer solstice. Or better yet. get in tune with nature's cycles...).
I just filled the birdbaths again. I have one on a pedestal for the wee titmice, chickadees and the like, and one on the ground for the doves.
Because doves look so awkward and ill at ease perching on a pedestal bath. They need to drink and bathe, too.
The viburnum is loaded with small berries left from its blooms.
The birds probably do not care. For the most part, birds live in the moment, taking food and drink where they can find it. If they cannot find it in their own range, they will look farther out.
Seems there are lessons in that...
My four day weekend has been lovely. Productive where it needed to be, and restful where it did not.
It has given me time to look inward, in a season where I customarily am too busy to do much of that.
I've mused about how RSD has changed my life - in large ways and small.
Last night, I dreamed I curled my left hand into a fist. When I woke, my fingers were trying, but no dice...
This morning, pain and burning are about a 5. I just made multiple trips from garden hose with a one gallon pitcher to the bird baths - pedestal bath takes 3 pitchers, ground bath takes five.
Because the effort of unreeling, stretching and re-reeling the hose was just too much energy.
And during those trips back and forth, I realized ~again ~ that RSD has taught me a valuable lesson.
It - whatever it
might be at the moment - is going to take as long as it takes.
And in those extra moments, I have time to observe. See and experience things I might otherwise overlook in favor of just getting a thing done.
As one might expect, some of those observations are about me...
The journey is good.
As is looking within...