I took a break. You may have noticed. After turning in the manuscript for our book, there was a feeling of space. I recognized it from the last time, when I turned in the manuscript for Art of the Pie…only that time I thought, well, that’s done. Hardly! It was just the beginning. There were months of work to come to make those words into the book it turned out to be. This time, I know that absolutely there will be more to come, plus teaching both at home and on the road, beginning again this weekend. Knowing what is coming, everything inside of me said, Relax. It’s ok if you don’t do anything today, or tomorrow, or even the next day. So, here’s what I did.
I got up to whatever rhythm felt right, whether that was early or late.
Sometimes I went to an early morning yoga class…or not.
I stayed in, made coffee, snuggled up on the couch with Gretapie and Mr Fez, read books, and sometimes didn’t change out of my jammies until, dare I say it, well after noon. What a luxury it is to take the day as it comes.
I streamed and binged watched a series or two; The Crown, and The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel…and now that the second season of Victoria is released, I’ll be trying to ration myself to just the one episode that is released online each week, even though I do have a PBS membership and could watch them all. 😉
My son told me how nice it was that he could be in the kitchen again without having to work around me as I tinkered with this or that recipe.
I reacquainted myself with spending time with friends for tea and a chat without feeling I was playing hooky from work.
Now, I begin again. Stronger, rested, and looking forward to the year ahead.
Yesterday’s beautiful weather felt like the January thaw, and today the garden called. I put on my boots and hat, pulled the rake out of the shed, and raked up leaves still on the ground from the fall drop.
What a happy sight to see green sprouts shooting their way up through the soil.
I love the story, in one of the Frog and Toad books by Arnold Lobel, where Frog keeps rounding corners to see if Spring is on the other side. As the light returns, crocus are a sign to me that Winter is not forever, and that Spring is just around the corner.
Although there are no daffodils yet, there are plenty of signs that Mother Earth is waking up.
Soon it will be time to plant seeds, but the soil will still need to warm up, and dry out a bit before I can. Even though this might be the January thaw, temps in the 30’s and 40’s are still too cold for setting out anything. I am grateful that the Olympic Peninsula is not experiencing the bone chilling temperatures that some of you in other areas of the country are facing.
This year, there are new trees to plant in the orchard, and I’m hopeful that Duncan might find time to build his mom (that’s me!) a chicken coop and I can add chickens to my growing urban homestead.
Send a Good Thought
Beginning again is also what is happening for many in my beloved hometown of Santa Barbara. Fires, floods, and earthquakes were things we grew up with, but the Thomas Fire, and the flooding that has come after, is the worst it has ever been. Please send a good thought to all those who have lost family, friends, pets, homes, and businesses, as they dig out and start again.
Much love to you all,
P.S. If you are interested in the Frog and Toad books, here’s a link. I still have our old copies from which I read to Duncan when he was a little boy.
And here’s another of our very favorites from long ago.