It's early, even for a crocus.
And the warm weather has me outdoors doing yard work.
I am surprised that I'm that motivated.
Because I've been in this funky mood - just blah.
Can't seem to get excited about anything
- or more accurately -
Can't seem to find anything to get excited about.
So yard work is a good prescription.
I enjoy the solitude, the sunshine, the warmth.
The dog wanders around while I work.
Coming 'round to check on me now and then.
He doesn't have to say a word.
I just say, "You're such a good boy!"
He's not flattered and runs off.
I hope he doesn't step on the crocus.