And then there were leaves

I get about three days a year where the maple trees are strewn with flowers/helicopters, before the leaves come out. The trees don’t look anything like themselves, either in color or shape, and the unusual pale green color against the blue of the sky is singular and breathtaking. I wait for it every year. This year it started on Friday, and will end probably today as the leaves finish coming out.

Needless to say I didn’t get much book work done on Friday.

I am pleasantly tired and worn out from my weekend of gardening and potting up some annuals into hanging baskets, and hanging out with my folks a bit at a garden center. We had a full trunk and plants on our laps on the way home, so it was a success. The yard is really starting to look nice again, and I’ve been busy tweaking and adjusting things to suit my sensibility. But having said that, I should add that I’m tired, pleasantly tired. I don’t always sleep well, but working myself into exhaustion always results in a restful sleep and I appreciate it.

It should be a great work week. I got up almost a half an hour early to start it. The more I  reserve my weekends for non-book work, the more productive I am during the other five days. Or maybe I’m just too tired to do anything other than sit at my desk and move my fingers . . .