Finding The Right Groove

Inspirational song: Happy Together (The Turtles)

We seem to be settling into our usual schedule now. When the man is away, the shorter, hairier members of the household are kind enough to adjust their schedules to my circadian rhythm instead of his, and they let me sleep past six or seven o'clock. This morning, I woke on my own just past eight, with every cat in the pride on the bed, pinning me like Gulliver in Lilliput, and both dogs just beginning to remember that they have bladders. The entire morning has progressed on a mellow groove, like this is more of a commune for the hirsute, existing entirely separate from the outside world. I remember bemoaning, in the grips of teenage angst, that I had never had a single perfect day, start to finish. Now I have so many perfect moments strung together that when I am home, I find myself exclaiming out loud, to no one in particular, that I have it really good. I want to share my oasis of calm with my friends, but so far only a few have taken me up on it. Sadly, the ones I think need it the most haven't taken advantage of my offer.

I played on Pinterest last night, looking at gardening pictures as compulsively as the rest of the world looks at porn on the Internet. I learned that where I planted my resprouted celery is not appropriate. It needs a swampy area, and I have it in the top of the pallet garden where it will dry out. I think I have a good spot picked out for it, and a leftover bedding plant to put in its previous spot. I don't need to go to a garden center for anything, but the craving is there. I'm trying to fight it. This year's challenge is not to overbuy like we did last year. We looked like plant hoarders. And the climate here is so temperate, I still have dozens of annuals that over-wintered beautifully. I'm trying to make sure everything is in the right place, and that there are spaces to breathe in between. I need to find something to do until the desire to buy more flowers passes. Maybe pruning roses will help.

I took a few photos this morning, but the only thing that really seems pertinent is the reaction of the pride to me opening the back door. It took less than a minute for them to come running. I regret that I waited so long to feel like they could be trusted not to climb the fence. They are so much happier with me now.