How many blog posts are written at four in the morning? After a full day of studying and writing, advancing one step closer to finals for this semester, I had trouble falling asleep. Every possible thought jangled around in my head, from television to imminent tasks, thoughts on evaluation matrices for my class, unfinished knitting projects, work responsibilities, gardening, television, pets, fashion…..just one giant plate of mental spaghetti. I even managed to work up a little ire with my sweet, and completely unsuspecting, husband. Poor Tony, he’s so often the victim of my sleepless nights!
I did manage to sleep for a couple of hours, but here I am again, drinking soy milk and eating fig newtons while staring at my computer screen.
I could work on my project for school, but I’ve forgotton all the “brilliant” and pressing ideas I had at one a.m. I could knit, but I’d have to turn on a light to do it.
I’ve already read my favorite blogs, including Pioneer Woman who posted a beautiful picture of father and son.
Oh, and I threw Lia, the cat, out in the rain. Well, I’m not heartless! She insisted on going out. I told her it was raining….
Rain! I forgot to mention that we’ve had twenty-four hours of perfect rain: slow, steady, soaking rain. And it’s forecasted to continue through today. So in a brief update, the leaves have now officially fallen from the trees here, and winter has arrived in the Flint River region of Georgia.
Yesterday I went out to the farm and worked like a fiend in anticipation of the rain. I tilled between all the rows of greens, working for about six hours, so that the rain would be able to soak down deep in the soil. If I’d had more time, I would have side-dressed all the rows with fertilizer, but it’s dark now at 5:30, so that will have to wait. We’re reconditioning all the greens after the Thanksgiving rush, and have closed the fields for the next three weeks before opening again right before Christmas.
The night before Thanksgiving, I made pepper sauce. I had meant to make more pepper jelly, and maybe even some chow-chow over the break, but things kept getting in the way.
And, after reading back over this, I can’t help but notice that my brain is still going ninety miles per hour in every direction. It will be a long day.
eTrish 