“Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.”
~ E. B. White
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Two parsley worms munching on my parsley.
Zen-Den and I took last week off to go on a staycation.
My plans for our staycation, which we scheduled last January, revolved around the idea that together we’d be able to do a long list of outside chores. But the weather turned hot & muggy with rain so we weren’t able to do much outside.
Like I’d planned. Carefully.
At first the weather bummed me out, but after a rather stern Come-to-Jesus meeting with myself I managed to convince me that all was not lost. That I’d adapt to this unfortunate turn in staycation weather with a revised plan and a hopeful heart.
Dammit.
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So what did we do on our staycation?
Well, I’m glad you asked, my gentle readers. We did boring things, mostly inside the house, that had needed to be done for a long time. To wit:
- we cleaned out more of the basement, taking 2 carloads of stuff to Goodwill;
- we sorted through clothes closets and our garage, tossing out all sorts of junk;
- we shredded documents from as far back as 1998;
- we cleaned out both the refrigerator + freezer, going so far as to replace the water filter in the frig;
- we installed the last 3 new outdoor lights, a project we began last fall, taking the old still useable lights to Habitat For Humanity; and
- we tried 2 new dessert recipes, Mexican Brownies & Apricot Clafouti.
We were productive and made yummy things to eat.
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One particularly hungry parsley worm followed the parsley stem to the end.
But much more was going on here than de-cluttering and dessert.
While we were working to make things less cluttered inside the house, two parsley worms set up residence in my herb pot, and decided to devour as much parsley as possible.
I’d be upset about this except that in light of all the current chaos and discord going on in the United States, their destruction seemed insignificant.
Charming, even.
Plus I know that if they eat enough now, they’ll be able to turn into Black Swallowtail Butterflies later in the summer. And that kind of small hope, of transformation and growth, of plans succeeding, makes me think that tomorrow will be a better day.
For them.
For us.
For everyone.
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THE SPECTACLED BEAN 