Great googly moogly, look at that sunshine. What a shame it would be to be stuck indoors on this lemonade-and-sunglasses kind of day. The temperature is perfect. It smells amazing out there, after yesterday’s rain.
Nope. I can’t possibly spend even 15 minutes writing, today. The sunshine. I must be out in it.
This is when I desperately miss having a garden. Pots on a balcony are nice, but to have an entire morning to myself, shoveling dirt, pinching off leggy plants, finding surprise bugs and volunteer plants, feeling the strength in my back and legs and arms.
Oh man. This is when I’m tired of living in an apartment. I love my apartment neighbors, and the fact that I can have company whenever I crave it, but I do miss the physicality of being able to work on a house and a yard.
In fact, this is a perfect day to go to Spencer Butte. I think I’ll do just that.
So that’s why I’m not writing today. It’s gorgeous and sunny out.