Kittiwake of Simmer

Sometimes I have a need to do nothing. Lately, I feel the opposite--restlessness and a need to do something. It was another hot, sunny day. I mixed up a batch of bread and put it in the sun to rise. Then I got the shovel and dug four more holes, and planted my last four flowers. Even in the woodsy part at the back of the yard, the soil is such heavy clay. I don't know if it was the right spot for them, or if they'll thrive there, but I think they're happy to be out of their confinement in pots, anyway. I did some weeding along the way. I watered in the new plants, and also gave some water to the other things I've planted recently. By that time, the bread had risen, and I took it back in the house to shape it into four loaves and put it in the oven. By that time, I needed a shower and a cup of tea. Later, the Sparrowhawk put some black beans in the pot with chicken broth and some chopped onion and carrot, while I talked to a friend on the phone. After that conversation, I added parsley, cumin, coriander, savory, and a couple of potatoes. We had bean soup for dinner with fresh bread and tomatoes. The problem with doing things is that I can't do them fast enough, so it never sounds like much at the end of the day.

My first box of dishes appeared on the front porch this afternoon! It held four plates in perfect condition. They're sitting on the dining room table now, all shiny and new. I'm almost afraid to use them. The rest will come in separate packages in the next few days. I feel very wealthy.