Unnatural

I left work at 2:30 yesterday, having arrived at 7:30 to meet the tile-layers, the demolition crew, the painters and the electricians. It was my day off. Our store is under major construction--more than doubling our size by adding 6k sq. ft in a newly excavated lower level over the past three months, and now doing a 'small remodel' on the main level, which started in earnest (and excrutiating noise) this week. This is one of the reasons I have not blogged much lately, nor done much of anything much lately. So, anyway, I was leaving work in my little car. Sunroof open, side windows open--it was sunny and clear and warm and the spring air was sweet--gorgeous. I was free to be outdoors, take the dog for a walk, wake up the hibernating balcony with some cleaning and new plants...I stopped into the garden shop on the way home. I went in with sunglasses on, and hopes of an afternoon spent potting in the sparkling light. Potting of course, is the placement of purchased full-size potted plants directly into more decorative and attractive pots, I don't really get my hands dirty--don't worry. I was inside for five minutes. Five minutes. I stepped back outside, plant in hand, to purple skies, a chill wind, and sheets of gray rain. I could have been told I'd accidentally opened the door to another universe and I would have believed it more. It rained the rest of the day.