Getting home from work yesterday was something of an ordeal. I never take the freeway route because it’s farther and more prone to delay. I take a variety of surface streets and a very short stretch of freeway that typically get me to work and home in about 20-25 minutes. Except for yesterday.
The officer standing in the street made everyone turn right. I needed to turn left. So, fine, I’ll turn right and then double back to the street I usually turn left on. Except, that intersection was blocked, too. I made a huge loop and ended up right back in the same place, only about 25 minutes later. At least this time, I got to go the direction I need to go. Finally, I arrived at home, cranky and without the promise of a soothing yoga session. Because, “that woman” was subbing again.
I went in the back to water the pots and beds and found to my great joy that several of the first harvest figs were ripe! The annoyance of the convoluted route home melted right away! I pulled one off the tree, still warm from the afternoon sun and popped it right in my mouth! Sweet and juicy and without that kind of musty taste that figs sometimes have. I found 4 or 5 ripe ones that I could reach and brought them in. These were washed and halved before eating. Yum. I need to go back with a ladder for a quite large one that is high in the branches. I was also thrilled to see that the tree is literally loaded with figs this year! I’ve never had such a bounty. The branches may need supporting as they grow.
The blackberries are beginning to color and I saw a couple that are black, but not ripe as yet. We’ll have at some wonderful jam this summer.
I went to gym early and just knocked off 3 miles on the treadmill in about 55 minutes while reading and came home. My hips joints were less than thrilled – they prefer the gentleness of yoga – but my stress level was reduced significantly.
Another flower bed on the agenda this weekend – the one with the ivy. I’ve got to till it and go get some azaleas. I’m wondering if I can keep some of the ivy for groundcover. I’m guessing it would require considerably more vigilance than I exercised before to keep it from growing through the rafters again. We’ll see.
Sunday is Father’s Day and we’ll be dining out with Ashley and James – always fun. I’ve ordered a little gift for Husband that will not, of course, arrive in time, but when it does, hopefully he will find it of use. Husband deserves a day of expressions of love and appreciation. I’ll do my part!
