We're easing into high summer ... plentiful sunshine,
zero rain (33 days & counting), warm temps and mornings influenced by
an abundant marine layer.
It's splendid being out on the water,
especially when someone else is driving.
The islands are crawling with tourists now but back on our own patch
it's dozing as usual ...
like watching the beans grow
and the wild blackberries ripen.
I made a little decision back in April - a decision that I didn't want to carry around
any extra weight anymore. A monumental [gulp, or so it felt] birthday was
looming on the horizon, so I decided to give myself one of the biggest
gifts there is ... a lighter foot-fall.
No one but me could give this gift.
It was high time.
My mom struggled with her weight all her life. We have similar small frames and
neither of us very tall. She used to say that she imagined her extra weight as
holding 10 pound bags of potatoes ... and then she'd set them down
one by one as she worked towards her goal.
Here's my favorite cheerleader for most any venture.
So I've set down one and a half bags so far ... think I might continue on
till I'm back to my college size. The *lightness* is addicting,
not wanting those spare pounds to have the better of me, a driving force.
'Specially when I need to push wheelbarrows uphill, heft pruners hither & yon
for more hours than I wish to count
and well, we won't even talk about that dang lawn mower ...
In the meantime, the front field is all ready for the Dog Club get-together
and the girlies are being put through their paces ...
good thing I left some of those potatoes behind.