It’s not my fault I did no housework this week- it’s the lilacs’.
Yeah, OK, it’s MY fault I bought the house with the giant lilac bush that smells like heaven and it’s MY fault I placed my desk under the window that looks out over the giant lilac bush and MY fault that I opened the window. But it’s the lilacs’ fault that they magically opened in the warm spring sunshine causing me. . .
to forget about writing and doing the laundry and cooking and shopping and instead. . .
run outside and smell them.
And because I was already outside, I got further distracted and took about fifty pictures of the planet sized flowering quince covered in bumblebees and hummingbirds. This caused me to be late picking up one of my sons from school.
Afterwards, I walked around the yard like I’d just had lilac-infused alcohol. I was a lilac zombie with a camera and took this picture. . .
and this one.
And I went on a bike ride and all I saw was purple
I’ve been outside all week. The wind is blowing the writing off my desk. The laundry is touching the ceiling.
It’s a relief that I have to shut the window. . .the forecast is calling for rain.