The first day of my home vacation. I clean the outdoor chairs and coffee tables on both my back and front verandas, wiping them down repeatedly with a microfibre cloth. With my yard broom I catch and remove the thick, old, uninhabited cobwebs binding the vines to my shelf of garden tools. I take the trowel and dig up my new French lavender, put it in a pot and place the pot on the front veranda where it will get the full sun I now know it needs. I wash the frames of my front and back doors and dust the flywires. My holiday can begin.
(To be honest, it's not so much a vacation, though it will function that way too, as a spiritual retreat.)