This is me, as interpreted by my granddaughter, Madeline.
This is exactly the look I have on my face today.
I can feel the tension in my jaw, the wild eyes, the grimace.
Deadlines loom, in the Spring of the year.
The need to do too many things immediately has me stopped, unable to move in any direction, because I can’t go in all directions at once.
It’s my own fault, of course. I have taken on too much, set my sights too high, let in too many diversions and wasted too much time.
Yesterday was a bonus day off, that I was going to use to catch up on everything. I had to go to town in the morning, to attend a meeting with my aunt. Afterward, I stopped at the little gallery that carries my work in the summertime, to help repair a couple frames. I picked up mail, and went to the grocery store to stock my kitchen cupboards. Home, then, with the best of intentions. After greeting the dogs, I unloaded the car and put away groceries. I changed into gardening clothes. I made lunch: energy for the work ahead. I grabbed a beer, and headed out. It was too hot (TOO HOT! In May! On Beaver Island!)to work outside in the middle of the day.
That couldn’t be true.
I emptied the wheelbarrow. I pulled a few weeds.
No, really, too hot.
The dogs were languishing in holes they’d made in one shady corner of the flower bed.
I put the drip hose in the flower bed, grabbed a book, loaded the dogs in the car and went to the lake.
The public access to Fox Lake is about two miles from my house. There is an array of rental boats on the shore, a little spot for a tent or two, a campfire circle and a picnic table. Snapping turtles and loons can often be seen in the water.
While the dogs, wagging tails, checked out the new smells and tried out the water, I finished my book and my beer. There was a nice little breeze in the shade of the trees that line the shore. Birds were singing and dragonflies were flitting around. It was a lovely way to spend the afternoon.
I’m paying for it today.
Today was my day to get the lawn mowed. It still is. But, added to that is my almost entire list of outdoor work I was planning to do yesterday. The list was too long anyway, and it was unreasonable to believe I could finish it all, even if I’d devoted the entire day to it.
There is only so much time, in the Spring of the year, to get everything done, before I just have to give it up. I can’t plant seeds in July and have any hope of a harvest. I can’t transplant anything once their blossoms have started showing. I can’t mow my tall grass if it’s wet from a rain…and I’ve heard it might rain tonight. I’ve cut back on my garden plan, adjusted my goals for this year, and still I’m behind. I’m almost ready to cry “Uncle”! But not quite yet.
I’ll see how today pans out.