In my home this week:
We've been infected with Spring fever. I suppose it's the smell of honeysuckle and privet in the air and the soft sunrises with birds screeching. It could be the sweet serenade of the mockingbird who sits on the porch railing each day or the leaves fluttering on the trees. It could be the long shadows that stretch across the lawn or the clear blue skies or the roses blooming with abandon. It could be the rabbits that dance on the lawn in the early morning and late evenings or the bird nest on the cabinet shelf on the back porch. The endless sun, gorgeous blue sky, the green trees...It could be just about anything that IS right at the moment.
It makes me restless, has my feet tapping impatiently, wanting to be off and away. Shall I leave home for a bit or take flight in a book? There's the question. One I shall ponder over this weekend as I look at the week ahead. For certain, this weather is not meant for working long and hard or dwelling inside of a home. No, it is outdoors weather, fresh air thinking weather, dreaming weather.
...I plan meals
Macaroni and Cheese, Steamed Broccoli, Sliced Heirloom Tomatoes, Pudding
Sloppy Joes, Chips, Salad, Oranges
Fried Chicken, Potato Salad, Peas, Ambrosia
Cubed Steak, Brown Rice, Green Beans Almondine, Biscuits
Savory Chicken Pot Pie, Coleslaw, Apples
Spaghetti with Meatballs
...I plan work:
It's harvest week: bills, groceries, errands
The usual household chores... Not planning extras this week.
...I plan fun
John has all the week off. There are things we must do but I'm not planning for extra projects this week. I'm going to take a holiday frame of mind if I do nothing else. Reading, journaling, resting, long rides and dreaming. Sometimes we just need time out to do those things. I'm going to take a brief sabbatical from internet but should be back on by Friday evening. I can't even begin to relate how pushed and irritated and restless and turned up I feel at the moment and I feel certain that I need to disconnect and clear my head.