Narcissus

Wednesday was beautiful. It was warm and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. As I backed my courtesy car (a beautiful Jetta) out of the driveway, I noticed the tips of emerging Narcissus in the garden.

The little pillars of life buoyed my spirits; it’s so exciting to be on the verge of Spring. Everyone was in very high spirits during the dog walk.

In the afternoon, Scott arrived to talk trees—felling and trimming them me. (I’m so shallow: He is spectacularlyhandsome.) Oh yes … the work. He was extremely authoritative about trees and what could be done and what shouldn’t be done. He lovestrees. And I love that! He does not like to fell trees if they are healthy. 

He quoted his hourly rate for every type of work and I could not have more confidence and trust. He’s like Darrell to deal with. I’ve been so lucky with the tradespersons I’ve engaged! (I got the recommendation to call him from Darrell.)

After Scott left I took H.H. for an afternoon walk before hunkering down for a cozy evening by the fire.

I have too many responsibilities today. I have to go to Nanaimo this morning to pick up my car. I’m overjoyed I’ll have a working trunk again——tiny as it is. I’ll come home as soon as I can and go to Eoin’s and François’ place for lunch and a dog walk with their Whippets. And, after that, it’s home to relax.