Letting go

Guilt and regret occupy too much space.  Digging through the boxes and drawers again.  Took away two bags of clothes to donate and two bags of recycling before I could change my mind.  I don't feel as if I've gained much space, but the weight of those things is gone.  I need to walk away from it all now, even though I've more of a mess of things.  It makes me a bit melancholy to spend so much time at home on the weekends.

Earlier went to a SIFF volunteer training (basically, more of a rundown on how the venues were different, what to expect, and what each job entailed.)  I haven't signed up for any shifts yet.  Then worked at a bake sale for my P-Patch, and during a break, bought too many plants.  Sometimes when there are too many choices, I make no choice, and sometimes I over choose.  I only bought four tomatoes though, so that's progress.  My plot is still not ready to have plants in it, don't know where I want pathways...it's a blank slate.  I buried half the plants/containers so they wouldn't get stolen, and only took the tomatoes home.  Even so, someone offered me a ride.

I think one of the watermelon seeds might have germinated.  It's too soon to tell, could be some opportunist, lots of those.  I'll let them grow until I can identify them.  The peas have possibly rotted in the ground (or been eaten by birds.)  The bindweed is thriving.

The sun has set, a breeze is kicking up, and the birds are well into their evening song.  I think it's time for a break.