The last couple of days I’ve been watching a Blue Jay pass back and forth with various twigs and mosses in her beak, skirting them off to an undisclosed location to build a nest for her upcoming family. I’ve been working hard on my nest too, spending the last three days in the garden, weeding, pruning, and generally allowing the spring to show through.
I pruned the Camellia that was blocking the view from the kitchen window. I admired my handiwork this afternoon as I was making a cup of tea. It seems my aggressive pruning has exposed the Jay’s nest though—I hope she will still use this one so we can watch her bring up her babies right outside our window.
Now that tax season has come and gone, my part-time consulting gig has become more part-time again. I suppose that I could use some of that money to pay someone else to toil in my garden, but I am enjoying my commune with nature, and especially the satisfaction of gazing at my work, which I will do this evening over a glass of wine.
Sometimes I forget to appreciate the wealth of time retirement gives me. Ironically, it’s having the part-time job that is actually rekindling that appreciation. It’s also the thing that’s allowing me to slow down, relax, and do nothing, without feeling guilty about it. In fact on the day of the royal wedding, I came home from work, poured myself a glass of wine, and indulged in hours of replayed coverage of the festivities, totally guilt-free. Take that Glen Beck!
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