I have a laptop. (A slow starter/late adopter you're thinking.) It was a holiday gift that was meant to free me from my house. I can get out and write, correspond, research anywhere I can get online. But the cold weather and my deep appreciation for my home environment and my dogs have kept me in the house. Now, however, I sit most days in the sunny breakfast room of my 89 year old Cleveland Heights home and write surrounded by windows.
The redbud tree is beginning to bloom in front of me. Leaves begin to unfold on the mock orange to my right. Sparrows have been stopping by, their beaks carrying straw and bits of detritus for nest building. A pair of cardinals rushes by at regular intervals; their business I can only imagine. The large silver maple pushes off its blooms to make way for the delicate leaves of its spring foliage. I have turned the compost, moved the firewood from the wooden back porch, and made my journey of discovery around the yard to see what is pushing up.
One day last week with the windows open, no screens to divide me from the outdoors, I realized that soon my backyard can become my office. I make a mean cup of coffee, and it is way more affordable than the local purveyors. Ah, spring. Ah spring with technology! Ah, small footprint. Life is swell.