I overwhelm easier now. That is to say, I am overwhelmed. What I want and what I can do are not the same. They truthfully haven't been for a long time. In my mind dwells the life of perfect. In reality it is quiet chaos. And I am lucky that it is quiet. Not quite quiet desperation, but give me time.
I have a large place and mostly me taking care of it. In the past week I have scraped paint on the garage and primed and painted one door to completion, one to the first coat of paint and one primed only.
After I finish the doors I need to paint the garage itself. Yippee.
Then there are the gardens. It doesn't seem like that much, but it sure is feeling like it. This stuff is getting ready to bloom and I still haven't got all of the weeding and mulching done, much less any planting.
So I still have this bed,
as well as this to weed and mulch.
And of course too many of these fine animals to care for. Mud, hair and tangled manes. I don't even consider clipping anymore.
I cannot forget this, which always needs to be cleaned.
The bright side is, I have three beds done like this. Northern gardens are not exotic, we work with what survives -30 + degrees F.
And then there is still this project to be done. Repairing and staining the walkway. And sowing the nasturtium seeds. And fixing Howard's dead spots. And where the big hole was dug last year to repair the leak from the well to the house.
While I'm at it, I may as well give hives to Allegra of Beading Stars. All of this lawn to mow. Plus more in the back, as well as the grass dressage arena. And look what that awful man did to my trees. I'm feeling her purple passion.
I believe I just had a very fine whine. I'm all better now.