I may be into my third week of school, but tonight it just feels like summer. It's 9:15, my frontdoor is wide open, and I can hear my neighbor's sprinkler chh-chh-chhing across the street. I love that sound. It reminds me of the days (way before water restrictions) when we'd think nothing of running back and forth through the oscillating sprinkler for hours at a time. What a simple way to keep us kids busy, though I'm sure my parents didn't love the muddy path we cut through the lawn. But, we were happy, out of our mother's hair, and still in her line of vision.
Yesterday was one of my official watering days, but I couldn't get to my frontyard until the afternoon. So, sorry water police, but I was sprinkling my landscape at 2 in the afternoon. I felt a bit guilty because I know it's not the most efficient time to water, but it was the only time I had. Plus, my entire frontyard is landscaped with three-year-old native plants, which I only water once every two to three weeks in the summertime. The poor guys seemed thankful for the quick drink. Hmm, could I still get busted my the water police? Did they see me wash the downtown grunge that settles on my porch furniture....shhhh!
Since starting the 40 yoga days, I've thought a lot more about water than ever--and not just because I'm having to wash yoga clothes and towels several times a week. I know I've talked about it before, but I was amazed again tonight at the amount of sweat that can stream out of my body. The class was only an hour long, but midway through I was completely drenched, and each time I bent over, sweat dripped up my nose and showered my mat. Sounds like fun, huh? I'm watery, watery, watery.
Enough water talk, I need a drink......bubbly water, not wine (sigh....)
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