My Mother called it Crying Tired

That tired. So tired that the yawn splits your face and you forget to cover your mouth with your paw. 

So tired that you have to lie down to eat and you don’t care who sees. 

So tired that you don’t even talk to your friends anymore, you just all lay about under a tree and stare. 

So tired that even these guys cannot talk you into coming out to play.

So tired that in the middle of the day you could just cry.  Not sad cry. Just Crying Tired.

So tired that I called it a day half way through the afternoon, left my tools where they lay, walked up the back steps and  fed my tired body into the canvas swing chair on the verandah. I slid out of  my gumboots, folded my legs up under my body, curled into the canvas sling, lay my head down and within seconds I was sound asleep like a baby, gently rocked by the breeze.

Good morning. You told me to give myself a little time off and you were right.  I never sleep during the day. Of course I blame the Mothers Day champagne at lunchtime! But sometimes a body just needs extra care and rest. We need to listen to our bodies.

Today it is Monday. Which means seed sowing day. Many seeds are sown in succession so that we get continuous small crops. Today I will sow  Beans and Beetroot.  Also today I shall plant out the pickling cucumbers.

Once I have finished my usual chores the chook house is ready to clean out again. This is not a fun job.  Nor is it a job to do on a windy hot day. But it is calm and cool again today. The chook house compost takes a while to break down so it needs to get into a heap of its own down the back. I have been throwing bags of autumn leaves, grass clippings and old straw into the chook house every day for the last week or so. The chickens do all the shredding and mixing for me.  After the hen house is scooped out, and washed down, I will mix lime with water in a big bucket and whitewash the old inside walls with a mop to beat up on any bugs and lighten their room.  Then they are all set for the summer. The chooks love this day as they are free in the fields all afternoon while I work. Usually they only get out in the evening.

Have a lovely day. Most of my day will be lovely!!!

celi

 

 

64 responses to “My Mother called it Crying Tired”

  1. After reading your post yesterday a.m. I referred to Miss A last night as crying tired. I know that feeling too. Glad you got a rest in Celi!

  2. Celia, glad you listened to your body. Some days I get overwhelmed just reading about your life! I suspect you are the Energizer Bunny in disguise, but slowing down and taking it easy once in awhile must be essential for even you.

    Peace and blessings!

  3. There is absolutely nothing better than a good time-out (most especially if it includes actual napping) when it’s needed. You are a smart woman to know it and do it.

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