It’s one of those perfect, late-spring days. The kind that inspires you to pick up your tools and create while at the same time proffering a gentle admonishment to lay aside ambition and take your rest.
What an easy paradox to love.
Afraid of missing nature’s point (if she, indeed, had one in mind) and bungling on blindly in one direction or the other, I heeded both calls. This morning I wrote, this afternoon I put away my tools and took a long nap with the cats.
It was time well spent on both accounts.