Staying Inside

An unexpected sunny day in Bellingham is always problem for me. Like today, the blue sky says come outside and mow the grass. Since it poured rain last night, I know that cut grass would form a green plaster on the underside of my mower, clog the hole where it is supposed to feed into the catch bag, and leave clumps of severed blades scattered behind me. So when the sunlit grass peeks its head out above the moss saying 'come and get me,' experience tells me 'close the curtains and read a book.'
Sun in spring is problematic because I know there are some season-appropriate jobs to do out there that I really dread doing. Like product use. I need to put moss killing product on the roof, weed killing product on the cracks in the driveway, and slug killing product everywhere.
Another sunshine problem is yard projects. I bought some ground cloth as a base for paths so Jerry will occasionally step outside the back door, but now somebody has to put it down. Which means me. It needs to be done, but a sunny day takes away my excuse not to do it. That, and other undone projects taunt me on sunny days. I usually end up prioritizing what needs to be done, so instead of putting down ground cloth, I put down moss, weed or slug killing product which leaves the unfinished project to nag me for another day.
Even though I know it is wet and cold outside, the emerald green trees against the baby blue sky, the red new growth of the Mountain Fire andromeda, the pinks, purples, whites and yellows of spring blossoms, the flitting birds and dappled sunlight on the lawn all beckon.
So it is time for me to get outside in the sunshine.... No wait! Clouds are moving in from the bay. Could it be rain? Well, this is Bellingham, so I'm betting yes.
Nancy Sherer