Work Will Be There

Stepped onto the deck into a cacaphony of cicadas as I overlooked the sun dappled pool and my lungs sucked the moisture from the air.

Realizing the folly of working indoors during the waning days of summer, I quickly moved to work on the screen-enclosed deck. From there I could see my husband’s outdoor kitchen (i.e, kettle grill) and a little blue sailboat left by one of the grandkids. But, also got to enjoy the flowers kept moist by lugging miles and miles of hoses around the yard during this summer’s drought.

Then I was overcome by the scents of the flowering garden and work became impossible. Allowed myself to indulge to breath to take a moment to relax… to “literally” smell the roses.

Work will be there when I get back from my lollygag.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s