Tuesday, 26 May 2020

Day 7 - 147 -- Yard Work Time Again

The yard buy mowed the lawn for the first time this season today. That is a few weeks later than usual. He left a large part of the front lawn until next week as that area has not really grown much yet. It has more shade and poorer drainage than other areas. the back looks nice as I stand at the kitchen window cooking or doing cleanup. I pruned back or pulled out many volunteer maple trees from the flower beds out front. Most were 1 to 2 inches tall, so very tiny trees. Others had turned into woodier branches and needed the pruners applied to move them out from amongst the flowering plants. My walk was shorter today as I headed out for milk but took the longer way home. 

Indoors, I practiced the presentation for tomorrow and seem to have it smoothed out and down to a manageable time. I battled with a website that refuses to recognize my email address when I have been an organization member since 1998 and the e-mail address has not changed over that time period. Just plain weird. A message has been sent off for assistance and I should hear back in a couple of days. I just want to pay the annual membership fees, so I'm sure I'll get things straightened out <smile>. 

In many ways today felt like a day off. There was one planned meeting by telephone and the rest of the day was mine. Interesting that not having a heap of meetings felt so freeing. I've felt like I was working full time when I am really retired with plans to work a couple of days a week. Tomorrow will be a very full day with the conference beginning and my participation in two sessions and listening in on another. I am excited to see how this new format for gathering together functions. I have four virtual events tomorrow and each is on a different platform. Who'd have thought? <grin> Becoming an expert, I am. <giggle> 

While pulling up tiny trees today, I thought of a song about the loss of a much larger tree. The song has a strong Celtic sound and is sung here by a Canadian artist. Stay safe. Enjoy! 

Bonny Portmore -- Loreena McKennett 


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