Burnt my finger on the waffle iron, and spent hours watching the water slowly flow from the hose around my flowers. I’ve got it set up so that it slowly seeps down and gets to all the flowers via a system of mud channels. I stand there with a stick, building these little walls to make sure the water goes everywhere. I’ve got the water on a fairly low flow, so the water will sink into the ground as much as possible. It’s going to be close to 100 degrees for the next few days and I won’t be around to water them.
Here’s the cool thing. It seems that the honey bees are all thirsty, because a lot of them have come. First they kind of dance close to the surface of the water—sometimes touching it and setting up ripples. Eventually they find a piece of mud that is wet but is not covered with water and they settle down. I guess they manage to get water from the wet mud in some way. Maybe at their scale it’s easier, or the water is much more separate from the mud than it appears to me. Then again, maybe they eat the wet mud.
I could sit there all day watching the insects. There was a worm writhing in a pool of water, and I pushed it out so it wouldn’t drown. There are weird kinds of bees or wasps. Neighbors walk by and we chat.
It’s really a lot of not much, and it’s wonderful! My kids are away at camp, and it’s like the first relaxing day in a year. I don’t even care if I go see the fireworks. I just want to hang and do nothing.
Yeah. Nothing.