Golly

Golly, but doesn't the passage of time go faster and faster every year? Those temporal landmarks whiz by more and more quickly as we become so familiar with them.

For me a lot of my landmarks have to do with the seasons and also my annual snowbird migration.

The blossoming of the daisies heralds the start of summer and my birthday. At the same time I am looking for wild roses. Guests visit us at camp, usually after the lupins are done and the heat of the place is well established. When the snow buntings are spotted in the fall, I better be packing up for the move south.

Seems I only just got to camp, and yet I find myself in the southern home already. I am still able to accomplish a few things, even though I often feel that I could use more time. Am I parcelling up my time into too small of chunks. Trying to do too much DIY maintenance myself, and too many different crafts, outdoorsy fun, and the daily preparation of meals and cleaning. ? Maybe. But at the time I am doing it, it feels like a good mix of activities. I feel like I am ticking things off the list. And I cannot afford to hire folks to take care of maintenance or cleaning. So that is an obligation of mine.

I like to have variety in my life. And I love change. I look forward to change. So this is probably a key to understanding why I flit about between activities on a daily basis.

And the reward system factors into every day as well. If I can get the next coat of paint onto the studio deck and staircase, then I really deserve to go canoeing. Don't you think?


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