Construction Zone

I am stuck right in the middle of a screaming loud construction zone, with giant dump trucks beeping as they back up to unload tons gritty of gravel, whistles blowing, traffic being directed, and horns honking, it's awful, it's loud, and it's all contained in my head. It's nothing more than a summer flu. Invading your head and throat like it a housing developer, taking over and setting up a massive construction zone, with dump trucks, jackhammers, and giant earth movers rattling up and down. I can't be sick, I don't have the time. There are too many things that need to be done. I am missing work, and my life. To stop all these thoughts, I am relaxing in the garden, listening to the bird's chirps taking over the sound of the dump trucks, the crows cawing sends shivers down my legs, but the gentle tweet of the little birds, the subtle clucks, and coo's stop the noise of the jackhammers. A seagull keens in the distance, and the sun warms my shivers. The idyllic scent of the "king of the blues" sweet peas wafts over from the planter on the deck. A bee buzzes in the double cosmo's it's weight bending the stem so slightly. The little birds, chirp contentedly, eating from the bird feeder that Gar put up. Bootsie wanders by asking to be fed, for the third time today. I tell him that I am too achy to get up right now, and he leaves with a disgusted flick of his tail. We both know that he will be back in a little while, and then he will be fed. Meanwhile I sit here, enjoying the moment, knowing that time is never wasted when it is spent in the garden, the bee's buzzing, the birds happily chirping, and I no longer hear any construction noise.