I had weird dreams last night. The kind that startles me out of my sleep, and I wake up gasping and anxious. I don’t remember the dreams.
The grass and tree pollen count has been pretty bad the last few days, and my eyes and throat have been itchy, and I have been sneezing a lot, especially at night. It is not unusual for these symptoms to continue until June. Sometimes the fluid pools inside my ears, and I develop vertigo. Despite the challenges, springtime is still my favourite time of the year. You can have to look at my recent posts to know why.
I discovered a new word recently nemophilist. It's an obscure word that means
one who is fond of forests or forest scenery; a haunter of the woods. I love that last bit; a haunter of the woods. I think my love of the woods stems from my childhood when my brothers and I would spend hours playing together in the woods near our home in St. Vincent or bushwacking with my grandmother in Bequia.
But today, the sun has retreated, and wind-driven clouds have blanketed the sky and brought rains. Many years ago, shortly after we bought our home, the association tore up the backyard through the townhouse units. They were completing a retaining wall for one of the units at the far end. The heavy machinery ripped everything to pieces, and although the crew replaced everything, I don’t think they regraded it properly. Heavy rains cause water to pool, making the grass and the soil very soggy. I think the nearby canal will soon flood, spilling its water onto River Road.
I have enjoyed reading Colin Walker's morning messages, and I have considered doing something similar. I hesitate to start because my dread is that I would have nothing profound or insightful to write and that I would not be able to keep it up. I see the courage to start.