I sit at the top of the stairs under the covered porch and look out...
It's raining. Soon I'll have sour cherries to pick. I'll prune the cherry on the right so that it will stay small, easy to reach, easy to cover and protect from the birds. I am listening to the birds. I would share, but I doubt they would. Their life is really about survival (at least that's the way it seems).
Spin a bit and then knit a bit. Just a little at a time. I think sometimes we have to give ourselves permission to be tired.