My husband says I don’t spend enough time doing nothing.

He’s probably right—I rarely sit down, and even when I do, I like to keep my hands busy.

But if there was ever an afternoon made for doing nothing, today was it.

It was hot and windy, and the shady front porch offered a cool and calm refuge after a day canning applesauce.

And so I sat.

I chatted with my husband.

I enjoyed a cold beer.

I watched the wind bend the trees in the front yard, and idly noted that the herb garden looked much better for the rain on Thursday.

For nearly twenty minutes, I did nothing.

I reckon that’s not bad, for a novice. With practice and training, someday I might make it to an hour or more!