I haven’t made too much progress with life. I am still mired up to my eyeballs with things to do. August is a month of bounty. Our gardens are in full production. A casual stroll through the home garden and greenhouse can yield a bucket of tomatoes, cucumbers, bitter melons and peppers. A trip to our city allotment could bring back pails of beans. Thankful that the peas are done and processed. I’m happy that the snow peas at our community garden plot are also done. I still have a batch in the fridge to process.

I’m really not complaining. Having this much produce is a good problem. But I am feeling a little squished for energy. I don’t have much time to sit and contemplate my navel. There’s not much time for reading . It is all very good. I do have purpose. The house is a mess. The dining room table is full odds and ends and tomatoes waiting to be sauced or eaten. It’s nothing to feel stressed and bad about. I do the things with deadlines. I stop worrying about the rest. I don’t have time to be bored or depressed. If I do, there’s always tomatoes and beans to be processed. And of course, there’s always tomorrow.

It is well into the evening and time for bed. But it is good for my mental health to make a little time to capture some thoughts and feelings. It is a little rest and time to inhale, exhale and say good night. Sweet dreams.