Today my writing and concentration are beyond erratic. I keep jumping around, can’t seem to grasp one idea to run with, can’t seem to develop what I’ve already started, can’t seem to focus…so I decided to jot down the things that entered my head and begin a bunch of draft folders. I’ll pick them up another time when my mind is calmer and I’m in a better headspace.
In my south-western corner of Toronto the daffodils and hyacinths are in full bloom. They don’t mind some cold weather; in fact, they are hardy enough that they do better in cold than in warm temperatures.
Well the garden is exploding with these flowers at the moment. Despite the suffocating dead foliage and other debris in the neglected garden, these bright coloured flowers are peeking through the drab browns and greys, and awaken my senses for spring.
For as long as we owned the house (20 years) this asshat behind us used to blare his music across the entire neighbourhood. It didn’t matter what time of day or night it was, he was having a party and playing his music with open windows.
This weekend I sat outside and did some yard work for the bulk of the day and reveled in the fact that all I could hear was children playing, dogs barking occasionally, or other random backyard noises. No music, not even quiet music.
It was almost like the neighbours were being respectful. 😳
There’s a reason for that. The asshat has moved away. 🙂🎉🤩🎊