Uncloistered

Image
  “She gazed ahead through a long reach of future days strung together like pearls in a rosary, every one like the others, and all smooth and flawless and innocent, and her heart went up in thankfulness. Outside was the fervid summer afternoon; the air was filled with the sounds of the busy harvest of men and birds and bees; there were halloos, metallic clatterings, sweet calls, and long hummings. Louisa sat, prayerfully numbering her days, like an uncloistered nun.” A New England Nun By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman (1852–1930)

Getting Things Done

Mowed my face and mowed the yard. Now I look like a homeless guy.
Prolly smell like one too . . . 

Weeded, cultivated, replanted a few beans (only half came up).
Tomatoes, broccoli, cabbage, squashes and few cukes are doing fine.

Cut up some logs (not all pictured here). Some ready to split already!
Can't wait!

Might be soda . . .

The rest of the evening is reading the English translation of Méthode nouvelle de dresser des recueils (New Method of Organizing Common Place Books) by John Locke (1685) to see what I can learn about changing my journal methodology. Besides, reading is what cool people do. 

Popular posts from this blog

The Smooth-flowing Life

Rock Me, Epictetus!