easy like Sunday morning (and noon and night)

With market preparations in full swing last week I found myself smack in the middle of the procrastinator's self-inflicted last minute scramble dance.  Not really a pretty thing.  There was much running around, many attempts at way too much multitasking, some (mmm... quite a few, actually) bad words flying out of my mouth, and some LATE nights.  But that's just kinda how I get it done.  I'd like to work on that a bit and learn how to pace myself and be one of those people who prepares for something slowly, easily.  One who, when faced with a giant term paper at the end of the semester, works on it in sections and completes it in a logical and orderly (and timely) fashion.  I was more the type who was always up the night before typing out 20 or 30 pages and crossing out my notes as I went in an effort to keep it all organized.  It worked.

Perhaps I'm just one of those people.  The procrastinators.

I'll probably keep saying I'd like to work on it and change my ways.  Because the other way (the calmly paced, orderly, drink a cup of tea and enjoy the moment way) sounds and feels quite a bit nicer.  It's nice to allow yourself extra breathing room.  Polite.  Self-respecting.  The least you could do for yourself, really.

And so, the opening day came and went and it's nice to find myself on this side of things~ the "after" side.  Where I only need to replenish things week to week and hope to do so in a not so hurried way.  With lots of tea and time to read and time to watch this girl of mine do her thing.


Today Papa was at work and we lazily passed away the hours in some of my favorite ways;

*french toast and coffee for breakfast
*pj's until noon
*lots of story time and singing
*played in the dirt (started some seeds, transplanted seedlings, ate the first peas out of the garden)
*cleaned out the chicken coop and yard (I know, not glamorous... gross really, but still something I enjoy)
*washed and hung diapers and laundry (I am well aware that it's starting to sound like I was born in the wrong century..... but to be honest I very often feel that way)
*took a walk, and picked some strawberries from a generous neighbor's yard

aahhhhhhh...... off to enjoy a cup of lavender-chamomile tea, a little reading and writing, and possibly just a smidge of 'replenishing'