Yesterday, our entire yard was blanketed with leaves. The chilly November air causing more to tumble down with each passing minute, the leaves click-clacking like ticks and tocks of a clock.
Raking took hours, sweeping into piles, then lugging tarpfuls to the curb. Back and forth, back and forth. By the end, my back ached, but not too badly. Just enough to know it was time to stop.
Went to bed early (9:30, on a Saturday!?), exhausted, arms and legs jittery from overuse.
Slept a solid 9 hours, restorative and deep.
This morning, I tackled indoor chores. It was hard to keep going, but thanks to Mr. Spandrel's help, we got through it.
By lunchtime, we were ready for a break and ventured outside. It was beautiful; 65 degrees that felt like 75 compared with yesterday's cooler temps.
We headed to a new place nearby for lunch, thrilled - and surprised - to see that their outdoor seating area was fairly empty.
After lunch, languidly enjoying the last of a black currant iced tea, I shuddered at what a wonderful weekend it had been.
1. A solid night's sleep.
2. A gorgeous day.
3. Yard work plowed through.
4. A bit of household organization.
5. Time spent with my favorite person.
They say each day is a gift. Some days, I'd rather return in the box it came in, get my money back - especially lately.
But this one? Priceless.