Ah. Labor Day Weekend, and I'm officially off "work" until next Thursday. I'm still working, mind, just not at the greenhouses! I did do the busman's holiday thing today - I was supposed to be off, but we started a huge sale this morning, and no one had made signs with the prices. "If it's to be, it's up to me". So, I got out all my lovely rainbow of Sharpie markers and stayed up till about 1am last night, making the signs. Went in today to drop them off, and wound up helping customers and watering a greenhouse. Off the clock. Am I nuts? You tell me!
But it was a lovely morning. I like talking to people about plants. I like watering the herb greenhouse. I even like playing with markers after midnight. It wasn't too hot (yet), and I felt needed. When I was heading out the driveway for home, though, I got stuck in a reeaallly slow-moving traffic jam. HONK HONK HONK - Canada geese. Walking. Slowly. Single file. I counted twenty-two of them. And then, in one slow, gradual, graceful wave, they just lifted up over the front field and over Mrs. Margaret's house - back toward the lake, more than likely.
It's been ten years at the greenhouses, but I still see a little happening like that as a gift for the day. Wild geese. Hawks. Herons. Deer and skunks and coyote and a little groundhog now and then. Big orb weaver spiders in unexpected places, barn swallows in the rafters overhead, and the mockingbird that sings himself silly from the highest points he can find. The flock of goldfinches on the echinacea in the herb garden. Praying mantis everywhere right now. All of these creatures make the day for me, and I hope I never lose my wonder at encountering (and sometimes working right alongside) them.
Nine to five, indeed. Do I really want to be off till next Thursday?
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