as of last week, thursdays are now "home days". james and i have committed to spending an entire day every thursday of every week bettering our barn-home and tying up loose ends. it feels good to dedicate a day to work together towards our goals, to nest a little. it has become increasingly necessary when almost all of our time is spent working for others. you see, the problem was, i begin to panic inside my head if i don't feel like i'm making progress on the never-ending master list of tasks. i look at every nagging issue, point at it, look at james and say, now why isn't that done yet? poor james. yeah, so i may freak out, i may go a little off the handle. it's embarrassing. i'm supposed to be a mature adult for god's sake! now we certainly don't need any more panicky moments out of me, do we? hence, the invention of thursday, home day, a new and constructive preventative measure. so far, it's working great.
today was a day full of digging holes and planting four gigantic blueberry bushes that we had salvaged. each hole was about four feet in diameter and had to be dug through a five inch layer of gravel. the rain didn't deter us, it almost made the work more fun, the clean smell of water on grass, sifting rocks from the soil, getting muddy up to my elbows. I fed the eager ducks every nightcrawler i could find, dangling it in the air to catch their attention. they always come a'runnin, flapping their flippers through the puddles in a quick waddle. those ducks are smart, they know to follow us around when we dig in the garden, searching for fruits of the earth, keeping us busy company.
afterward, we washed the earth from our hands, drank some water, admired our progress. every day, it feels more like home.