Outdoors

I have been compelled to sit on my bed and watch tv while crocheting.

It's comforting to me.

Mindless little hand movements to tie yarn and make pretties.

But lately I like sitting at the edge of my garden, early in the morning.

By early I mean ten am. I know, I'm a bum.

It's so quiet of people and either the wind is making the trees sing or the birds are gossiping.

I can see through to other backyards. There are no fences. Just rows of trees.  I see other gardens being worked on and children on an outdoor trampoline.

I hear lawn mowers, animals and the occasional car.

It's nice. Wet hair drying in the breeze even though the humidity tries to suck you back in.

And I still have my lizardoes creeping around the front yard.