unzombie...

There are breaks of cool in the weather this week. Serious breaks in the heat. Without a head like a pressure cooker, sanity returns. I feel like a zombie temporarily uninfected; temporarily human again. It won’t last, not for long. The heat and humidity will return to zombify us once again. There is a delectable peace in being human now, and knowing that it won’t last. Perhaps this is how Dr. Jekyll felt, knowing Mr. Hyde is around the bend. For the moment I’ll just revel in feeling sane while maintaining a mammalian equilibrium. 70 degrees, Mamma Nature, that’s about perfect for mammals.

The weather has been making crazy, as it usually does. Carrots got planted and then immediately pummeled by heavy rains a few days later. Will this affect germination? We will see. Mar went out and got them flame weeded. So now, we wait.

With all that happens, and all the things that we don’t keep up with this time of year, I’m often thinking I’ve lost my mind to be doing this year after year. There must be better ways (and by better, I mean easier) to make a better living (and by better, I mean better). I wonder this to myself, and myself replies, “Well…Duh!”

And yet, I plug on. I jokingly belly ache to the crew, which they take in stride. But everyone seems happy to be here doing the work. So I don’t belly ache too much. Because I’m happy to do the work too, even if it feels nothing goes according to plan. I start the day knowing that we’ll only right 2 out of the 20 things that need righting today. But maybe those other 18 are just a figment of my idealism.

If plans turned out too much, perhaps I would get bored. “Oh, ho hum, things went exactly as I intended them to go. Whoopdy whoop. Sometimes I wish I would fail, like just once, y’know?”

But, if things went totally according to plan some season, after years off feeling the fails July, I would probably scream out loud, giggle, and twirl around like a whirling dervish in ecstasy. “I’d like to thank the Academy!” I would sing as I spun. Then I would probably get dizzy. Probably.

With a little luck, the carrots will pop up well enough to go forward with them. We’ll keep weeding. We’ll get some more cover crops in when the soil dries a little, and we’ll prepare for the second act of this summer. This includes deciding what we need to do to lay the groundwork for next year. If the weather is half nice to us, we can start doing that.

Plans always change, so there is always the chance to rewrite when constitutes success in July.

Perhaps not being a zombie is enough success for the moment. Human again, for a few days.