Busy...

 I find that staying busy helps quiet my mind. I stayed quite active this weekend. 

Saturday, I planted pansies in containers and window boxes. It's hard to be sad when you have your hands in dirt, flats of jewel-bright flowers, and a sunny spring day. 

Fae and I went on a wee adventure, too. She's learning to be a good girl in a vehicle. 

I wanted to introduce her to a body of water and some different terrain. She put all four feet in the water, enjoyed smelling all the smells, climbed on rocks, and took a very long nap when we were through. 

I cleaned animal houses, raked up a bunch of stuff winter left where it didn't belong, and washed a few windows. A friend helped me move a mess of brush and create a big burn pile. In between, I took Fae for a lot of romps in the pasture.  She particularly likes it when Homer races to her for some attention. He thinks she is magical. I do, too. 

A sweet neighbor came to visit. I was invited to lunch at my daughter's. Went on a scenic drive that ended with good ice cream with a friend. 

It was a busy weekend. My brain appreciated that.