Dig, not dream

What a pleasure and yes a comfort to sit in my sunroom, a.k.a back porch, on such a bright sunny day. Not that I do not enjoy the scene under any distribution of those coagulated puffs of water vapor from the same vantage point. After having my handyman install a large used window in the solid wall of my back porch I exiled the carpet so heavily laden with fine grains of desert soil to the garbage bin and sent it off to enrich the city’s landfill. A full ninety degrees of my backyard now comes into view. The conifer trees are delightfully green all year around. The flowering shrubs enliven the scene with colorful stems, buds, and blossoms according to the season. A limited area immediately in front of my new vision is unfortunately void of flora. Well except for grass, a boring lawn cover which also unfortunately requires taming, actually cutting off literally below the knees, to remove cover for encroaching felines that wish to settle in and prey upon unsuspecting songbirds. Besides I dislike tall green little blades tickling my knees whenever I choose to sojourn in the backyard. Would colorful plants enliven the view? My creative vision conjured flowers of many colors like those of Joseph’s biblical coat. What a wonderful idea! Except I haven’t the power to make them magically appear. Off to the plant nursery. Whoops. Those plants are in pots no less. Can they be left on the back porch? If so they would not survive. Well then, I have given myself a physical task to be performed before I can sit down and perform the mental appreciation of my vision. No matter how lovely the thoughts, real life just isn’t simple.

window, handyman, sun-room, grass, vision, clouds, dreams,

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