Despite very little sleep, I pressed on yesterday. Did some yanking of poison ivy, which seems to be worse than ever this year. I wear an old flannel shirt for this, as well as special gloves, and I use a pruner that is only for poison ivy. It’s all kept in a box in the former kitchen island.

Then I mowed 2/3 of the front lawn. Don mowed the rest, as well as the secret garden.

It felt good to do something, rather than just sit here moaning about how tired I was. (Though I did a bit of that, too.)

Later in the day, we sat on the glider and listened to all of the birds singing. I love the amount of bird sound at this time of year. And, we looked at our property and gave thanks for it. Almost nothing makes me happier than sitting on the glider, holding my husband’s hand, and gazing at our pretty porch, the big maple, and the green grass and trees off in the distance.

I did sleep in a bit this morning, which is a rarity. So I’m feeling better today.

Today? A day of rest. Don’s lower back is sore. I’ve encouraged him to rest for the next couple of days.

I gave up on the science fiction book I was reading. It was a very interesting premise, but it was too long and science fiction really isn’t my thing. Plus, the writing was clumsy. Now, I’m reading Night Hawks  by Elly Griffith, which I started right before I moved to Brooklyn to work on the movie. I was so busy that I never got back to it and it’s been sitting here in the den on my TBR pile. Since I’d only read about 20 pages, I didn’t have to get reacquainted with the plot.

Speaking of hawks and birds of prey. I know there’s another robin couple on our property tending to their nest. I’m not sure where the nest is, but it’s definitely somewhere closer to our porch. Right before dinner last night, I heard the warning cheep that a robin makes when there is a threat. We’re quite familiar with it around here. I looked out at the big maple and there he was sitting on a branch, facing the road. A steady barrage of cheep and then a tut-tut-tut which involved the tail feathers. I was watching the robin rather than the road, but I suddenly sensed  the flight of a big bird with some white feathers as it took off over my neighbor’s house. Don assumes it was sitting on the wire across the street that stretched between phone poles. I only sensed it for a brief second, so I don’t know what kind of bird it was. That robin was relentless. It didn’t stop the warnings until the other bird left. Then our feisty little robin flew down to a lower branch to make sure the enemy had left.

Truly amazing.

Stay safe.

Happy Wednesday.