I continue with something i log as "Executive function distress." Distress is generally too strong a word, but --
Just this moment, my attention was called from my computer by a crows. One landed on the snag pine at the west edge of the meadow. Did the top of the pine sway when they landed? They called out as a peach colored cloud slipped away to the south east against the blue sky. It's a second mild morning in a row. Unfortunately the temperatures are back on a rise, but this morning i sit out with a blanket again. As i reflected that i could set up my SLR with a telephoto and observe that tree and perhaps get some photos i might find well composed -- and get back in those skills -- a humming bird visited the coral colored Agastache.
Everything is so much happier after the 2.15" of rain we got Sunday into Monday.
Yesterday i harvested mulberries for breakfast, then after work the last blackberries, some strawberries, plenty of blueberries -- and the very first four or five harvested figs. High in the tree were some the wasps had already found. One fig was too ripe and joined some ripened but slightly desiccated strawberries in a jar to start the season's vinegar. I wondered if the Aunt Rachel apples were ripe yet but forgot they turned red. This is the first year there's a "harvest" and i've already knocked two out of the tree (one because it had a bad spot and i hoped to stop it from crowding the other i knocked out. I've eaten those -- one baked with cinnamon sugar and butter, the other with peanut butter, so the sharp greenness was a nice counter.
-- back from the reverie -- distress is too strong a word, but the question of care for the yarden points to a bit where the distress can come up. There is so much i want to do. I can feel so tired. I know i work an intense job and a great deal of my executive function is tied up in that work. I try to trust my body (when it says it's tired and needs rest), but BLEEP it's getting BLEEP old. And it shouldn't yet. I wish i knew if i quit work would i rebound? Note to self, Dad (83), who has been looking decidedly fragile and tired, is 27 years older. (So stop telling yourself "20 plus years older" which you round to twenty and then ).... and WOW did i let my mind wander and go off for far too long.
Luigi is off to a vet for an ultrasound. He's got both kidney and hyperthyroid issues. Such a sweetheart.....