It’s hard to believe just last week hot air was blasting out of my heating vents and I was wrapped up in a turtleneck, a big sweater, and fleece vest. Then, over the weekend, the “warmer season” arrived here in central Maine and it’s been one thing after another. I’d been chipping away at all of my gardens, but now that I see the first dandelion, I have an anxious feeling that only a laser-like focus will keep me from being inundated by exponential summer projects.
I’ve got to “tamp it down.”
When I was younger, I used to soothe those anxious and overwhelming feelings by repeating a mantra of “there’s time enough for everything.” I would just “do the next thing” as the self-help gurus recommended. This philosophy was helpful to me when I was contemplating my move home to Lisbon Falls and there was a pilgrimage-like quality to each step I took. I never seemed to tire of putting one foot in front of the other.
Now, I’m here. What happens next?
The anxious restlessness in the human spirit and a desire to cross things off lists—can that be tamped down? I don’t know. It’s something to think about and I’m sure my philosopher friend “At Your Service” will have something interesting to say about it. I’ll let you know what he tells me.
I’ve got to get out to the garden, finish preparing the new raised bed Handy built, complete with woodchuck fencing. Next week is the Bowdoinham Library Plant Sale. It’s the longest running plant sale in the state of Maine; I had never heard of it until last year. This year, I’m going to be there right when it opens.
That’s what happens next.