I had such big plans. Well, ok, not big. But firmly cemented in my mind.
I have such a huge list of garden chores to be completed in the next two weeks, that I figured I’d better not wait to start until the weekend. I decided that, if I would just spend even a half-hour in the yard every evening when I get home from work, it would go a long way toward accomplishing my goals.
So, on Tuesday, I got home from work, resolutely ignored the bottle of wine sitting on the kitchen counter, and went upstairs to change into my “work” clothes.
Still feeling very determined, I went outside, put on my gardening tool belt and gloves, and started looking for yard-waste bags.
And realized that the amazingly high winds that had been going on ALL DAY were, in fact, still going.
Ok, this photo isn’t really from my yard on Tuesday (perhaps the palm tree tipped you off), but you get the general impression. I was so focused on my chore list that it sort of slipped my mind that it’s physically impossible for one person with only two hands to clip off garden refuse and put it into a yard-waste bag in 40-mile-per-hour winds.
So I went back inside and opened up that bottle of wine.
So far it’s pretty calm today. . . maybe tonight.