Then there are days, like this past weekend where I feel more like the tortoise. It takes time to complete some tasks, and while they appear at the offset to not ever get finished, and in some cases even started, before long when the project has been tackled even in dribs and drabs there is the reward at the end of the race.
I guess it's more a matter of prospective than anything. What are you, the hare or the tortoise?
Here are some pictures from this past weekend.
|The girls around a pot of brown rice.|
|Random, renegade celery.|
|Mescaline salad blend in my raised bed.|
|The Queen, nosing around|
|Walter, still too scared to go outside from the run.|