posted 7 hours ago
I feel like I go through this every August. It's hot, the garden is a total disaster, and I should be planting my fall/winter crops. On top of it all I'm a little burnt out. Don't get me wrong, I love my garden, and pretty much always find peace and joy there, but when it looks the way it does there's a bit of frustration and anxiety too. One time around this time of year ( a few years ago) I was looking at my garden with disgust, and my daughter comes up and says she loves the way my garden looks. I was so surprised and asked why? She said it looks wild and kinda natural. I try to remember that. I guess nature is also trying to reassure me as well because as I write this post there's a little bird eating the lettuce seeds I meant to harvest weeks ago. A few minutes ago a hummingbird was enjoying all my flowers.
I live in N California zone 9B, so there's lots of hot/warm weather left, and I can grow year round. Decisions need to be made, and work needs to be done, and here I sit, watching the birds, and whining to you. I've gotten great and sound advice from the wonderful people of permies before, make a list, do small jobs each day... I just don't seem to be able to get my act together lately. I wander around, do this thing here, that thing there, so I'm working, but in a way that doesn't feel like I have accomplished anything. Today is the perfect example. It's cooler today then It's been for months, it's my day off, I finally finished the nesting boxes I made for the chickens. I should have gotten so much done. Instead I do a little and wander back into the house and read for a while, then I come back out do a little, and go back inside. I have pretty much waisted the best day of the summer. I'm so annoyed with myself!
I better try to accomplish something before the mosquito drive me inside. thanks for listening,. I hope you don't have August Angst, and if you do I wish you luck and The gumption to push your way through it.
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“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.” — Abraham Lincoln