Today I worked out in the field. Even with a water temp of 41.7, one of my 'hot spots' is already alive with mosquito larva. I walked and walked to see how widespread the problem is. The wind was cool and the sky was blue. The 'peeper' frogs were singing a chorus that says 'spring' like no other sound that I know. I waded carefully with my rubber boots because there were frog eggs everywhere. A swallow swooped around me and landed on a post to watch me closely. Returning the honor, I stopped to study it. As close as I was, the little charactor simply cocked his head and looked at me curiously, with no sign of fear at all. I got back to the truck, put on my mask, and filled the tank of my Maruyama. It's a lovely piece of equipment that started like a champ even though it has not been run since the end of September. Despite all my worries, I shouldered it with no problems at all. It only weighs about 42 lbs when it is filled with granulate, but it rode comfortably. I hauled it for an hour and a half, and put down a total 35 pounds of product over about two acres. Walking back to the truck for the final time, the sun warm on my face, I felt good. The wind blew, the frogs peeped, and the willows stood greenly silent.
At the end of the day, when I was walking back into the office, my cell rang. I fumbled it out, and said, "Hello?" It was my boss from DEP, wanting to know how things were going. "Man. What a great day," I said. "If I haven't said it this season yet, I really, really love this job!" Rick's heard this before, but he laughed anyway. I realized it like I've never realized it before. I need to be outside.
I came in to the office and listened to Dublin's Phantom 105 as I did my paperwork and data entry. Energized, I wrote an article. I did a lot of work today, and I'm tired, but it's not the exhausted tired of being sick. It's a healthy tired that you feel after a good and satisfying day at work.