It's a cool, quiet evening right now. I'm sitting on my front porch listening to the cicadas sing and the mourning doves calling to one another. Between choruses, I can hear tree frogs punctuating the symphony with their intermittent chirp-chirps.
I've taken a couple of cuttings from my lavender plant and have them settled into small pots on my front porch. I hope the cuttings take root. I'd love to have lots more lavender around my house.
This time of day is one of the best reasons I love country living. No sirens. No traffic noises. No neighbors fighting. Just the solitude of being at home, comfortable, and miles away from work.
I'll head inside soon and get the kitchen set to rights before relaxing for the rest of the evening. I don't have to work for the next two days, so I don't have to feel rushed in any sort of way.
In the morning I'll take a few more lavender and mint cuttings. Gardening is more than just a pass-time with me. It's a deeply rooted love (pun intended) that goes back to my early 20s. I'll have all next winter to stay indoors while the landscape slumbers under winter's chill. For now, though, it's awake and calling my name every day.
