greener grass

My neighbour has too much spare time.

She’s spent the last two days in her garden. All day. She sits out on her front porch reading. For hours at a time.

We have two girls under five years old. We’re lucky to get an hour of spare time after they’ve gone to bed. I treasure my bus ride to work as time to read.

I feel like a starving man watching a glutton leave dishes half eaten…

She works from home, with no partner or children. She can hear our children’s tantrums while she’s working in her garden.

I’m certain she’s not jealous of our life. But somehow I don’t envy her either…

(Something a bit brighter to break the monotony! Funny how children’s drawings are always way more interesting than adult’s fake ones.)