As I mentioned before, I’ve been taking advantage of my “free” mornings to get up and outdoors before the temperatures climb. It’s still ridiculously humid here this week, so it’s no less sweaty in the morning. But there’s a different feeling in the air as night slips away versus the heavy, stagnant air that’s hanging around the six o’clock afternoon hour when I’m typically running.
I debated about Wednesday morning’s agenda – wondering if I should stick to my daily running schedule, or skip a running day and visit the garden. Then I remembered I could do both! What a week! I still haven’t completely gotten used to it. During the school year I get up before six and somehow three hours go by before I ever sit down at my desk to work – all the tasks related to getting three people up and ready and fed and out the door to two different schools eats up so much time.
On Wednesday I woke up with M (he gets up super early each day), and then I ran six miles in the park and drove straight to the garden for their early morning walking hours that start at seven. I felt a little self-conscious at first in my sweaty (seriously dripping) running clothes + nice camera(!), but then I got over it. Everyone else was sweaty too – it’s just that sort of week.
The garden was just teeming with wildlife and buzzing with bees everywhere. It’s been awhile since I’ve been there on my own, and I got to set my own pace for a change. I wanted to see it all.
Fruits and vegetables are loaded up on stem and stalk, and the planting beds are so vibrant with the very brightest colors everywhere.
The color combinations in the beds have been some of my favorites this year. I saw flowers in bloom here that I recently saw in the more tropical environs of our vacation residence. Hot colors, heat everywhere. The greens are cooling though, and the shade is welcome and everywhere. I followed it back to the entrance, reluctantly. Back to a shower, and some breakfast, and the start of my other day, four hours after waking.
There’s a different energy in my days this week, and it’s fun to try that on for a spell, with no limits. Just a camera and some time and plenty of water.
I pruned some climbing roses at our daughter’s and thought I would pass out from the humidity! I had forgotten its epic qualities. Sorry we didn’t make it to the garden — so lovely.