The air outside my front door has been highly perfumed lately. Although I don't see any, I certainly smell citrus trees in full blossom. Maybe my neighbors are hiding them in their backyards. I noticed the scent last week when I was sanding a sculpture on my front porch. I've been working on one sculpture for two years. This is the longest I've ever labored over a single object, and it isn't even large or highly detailed. I just have such little time to be making things. But while I was waiting for the plumber to finish fixing my drippy kitchen sink, I took advantage of being stuck at home to sand. The scent of blossoms only made the task enjoyable and I felt lucky to have been able to spend so much time on the sculpture.
Today I waited three hours for the plumber to come back and have a look at the still-dripping kitchen sink. Not knowing when he'd actually arrive, I dared myself to get one more thing done before he showed up. I planted lily of the valley bulbs in a shady area, under camellia trees by the side of my house. I planted a new cactus in a sunny spot next to the driveway. Rosie inspected my work.
I finished sanding the sculpture! And rubbed oil on to its smooth surface. The plumber arrived and fixed the sink.