Hello again, all!

Just here for my monthly check in. (Sarcasm) I keep saying I'm gonna have more time, I'm gonna have more time . . . And then we move. Now, it's my porch that's taking up my free time.
I have a little porch in my backyard, which Stella loves dearly. She like to take her big drawing pad and computer outside and drink tea in the morning, and we watch the squirrels and birds fight in the mammoth tree outside. Five minutes later, leaves come raining down out of whatever special part of hell hovers over my house.
I sweep them up dutifully, keeping my little porch as clean as possible. This continues . . . forever.
Stella keeps telling me that it's a good zazen training, and that anger does my blood pressure and our household wa damage. Still . . . I keep sweeping and they keep coming, like a storm of justice for some unknown wrong I did in a previous life. Tons and tons of them, out of trees that appear to have no loose leaves remaining. Ugh. Worst thing is, I can't use a leaf blower out there because it'll mess with Stella's allergies for sure. Lots of dust and pollen around here, we notice.

On the lighter side, I've noticed that the ground smells good when it rains outside the city. While in New York, I never noticed that the City smelled like a dung heap after a rain. Kind of foul and very hot, it was never good to go out after a hard rain. Now, it's like all the flowers in the world give up their scent to the raindrops. The whole area smells so wonderful, and it's so breezy and cool. Very nice to hang out in.

Also, I'm getting a bit of a tan.

That's all for now! Since I have more time now, I hope to . . . Never mind.

*picks up his dustpan and charges out after lone leaves*

Regards, Aaron