I’ve been house-sitting just around the corner from where I live for the past few weeks. It’s been lovely. As much as I love my parents, living with them can sometimes become a bit much, so it’s been nice to have a bit of space. It’s also been conducive to getting study done, because I don’t constantly have people interrupting for chats, or help lifting car parts, or fixing computer glitches.
The house is really a bit big for one person but, with a bedroom crammed full at home, I’m enjoying the ample space. I’m also loving the wonderful gardens surrounding the house. Filled with lush greens of all shades, the garden is starting to pop with early spring colour. This tree is easily my favourite.
If only the grass under it was nicer, I’d spend my afternoons lazily reading in its shade. Instead, I spend them chatting with this guy:
I’ve named him Tino. He’s a tin horse sculpture that, on the first day I was here, scared the bejeezus out of me when I walked around the corner. It was dark, ok? He doesn’t talk much, but Tino is a great listener.
As are all you crazy kids who read my daily ramblings. Thanks. Here’s another flower in appreciation.