Why is it always at night that I start making plans for tomorrow? I sit on my porch, comfortably full from supper, clean clothes, bathed, ready to relax. And that is when I feel ambitious. I will clean the cupboards..tomorrow. I will get all the winter clothes out of the closet, wash them, and put them away for the summer.....tomorrow. I will take my loppers out and cut all those pesky thorn tree sprouts that have appeared in our fields and gullies...tomorrow.
But when tomorrow comes my mind tends to forget all those promises made at sunset the night before. Do I really want to attack those "have to" jobs? Aren't they really ones that can be left for another day?
YES! And so I cheerfully do the minimum housework and, like the spendthrift rogue housewife that I am, do things that bring me pleasure. Walk down to the pond and see how many bullfrogs I can see peering up at me with bulbous eyes. Stand under the oak tree and watch zebra swallowtail butterflies flit from blossom to blossom. Sit on the porch, in the shade and read a book from cover to cover.
Ambition? I do have plenty of it....just not today.
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