Turnaround
Well, my gray day yesterday lasted about as long as it took me to write about it, eat breakfast, and start my yard work. I mowed and edged and looked at my flowers. All four of my sage are in bloom, and it’s a heavy bloom, which is a real treat because they’re all at least six to seven feet tall and nearly that big around. For a subtle touch, the Ironweed my son planted is also blooming. But you have to look for it. It’s in the shade.
It goes without saying, for anyone who knows anything about my gardens, that the Turks Caps are also blooming. After all, it’s summer and they do like the heat. They’re a hummingbird favorite, and I’ve even seen a hummingbird moth or two. I like my Turks Caps. They do their business without much fuss. I used to let them run rampant, but in the last couple of years I’ve started pruning and trying to keep them more or less under some sort of control. I’m encouraging up over out. I’ve even dug up one or two, and that was a chore.
Last night, as I was thinking about my gray day, it got me to thinking about perky days which are days when I’m happy and bubbly. It was sad, but I couldn’t recall many of those. Mostly these days it feels as though I’m sailing through life on a more or less even keel, which is okay, I guess. But I’d like a bit more carefree, with a touch of joy. So, I think I’ll give that some thought and figure out how to get there. I have a feeling that cultivating gratitude will come into play along with the blooming sage and anything else that cares to flower.