This July has been the wettest and coolest July that we’ve had for a long time. This morning I went outside into the garden and found everything completely and thoroughly soaked.
The chickens were less than impressed. They complained as they daintily made their way through the mud and wet grass while they searched for bugs. Still, the girls didn’t fuss too much, even a drenched run is better than a stuffy coop.
Because of the moisture in the air, you could clearly see the dozens of spider webs that had been set up on the pea poles.
These webs are amazing to me, they’re little fragile works of art. Even more amazing, is how these spiders got here in the first place. Avoiding predators who would eat them, they float on an unpredictable breeze, land in a random location, and instinctively make their home.
There’s no upgrading, moving, or swapping spots. They build where they land and make the best of their situations by working hard and trusting that it’s all going to work out. Somehow.
Right now, gentle reader, I’m not exactly making the best of my situation.
Frankly, I’m tired of my husband being laid off. I’m tired of scrimping and I’m tired of stretching every penny to see how far it will go. I’m tired of a lousy economy and I’m tired of the tight, pinched look in my eyes that is mirrored in my spouse’s. I’m tired of trusting that it’s all going to work out. I’d like a little evidence, please. A little surety.
All of which sounds, whiny and ridiculous. We are better off than most. Our situation is only temporary, I know this. I know this.
So as of right now, in honor of the rain and cooler temperatures and the spiders who bloom where they’re planted and the chickens who find something delicious, even in the mud, I’m going to stop being tired.
And start being happy.