The tree people are here again, and I don't mean a singing group. The noise sounds like dentist drills for giants. They are friendly and funny and have taken over my island of solitude for another day. I'll be ready by noon to escape for a while. Already there is a feeling of light and space that I like. It feels like a new haircut for the house. I just hope the styling is okay when its done.
I had lunch with a friend yesterday and afterward looked at her two goldfish in a basin in her back yard. One is white and one orange. They a big bellied goldfish, so they looked chubby and sweet. I realized that I haven't thought of fish as pets since our younger son had some for a few years. But they did seem dear and watching them swim is relaxing. My friend has it all set up to siphon half the water out and replace it every few days to refresh the water, and the sun on the water and the plants floating in the middle made it seem a kind environment. I guess I've had cats for so many years I never thought of fish, but now that our two cats are deceased, we might carefully bring fish into our lives. Perhaps two crazy dogs are enough, however. It's a full time job being in charge of them.
And this morning I noticed my first daffodils had sprung up and opened. The kind with white outer petals and the cone of yellow. Nothing is more lovely to me.
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