Impatience

The almond trees are impatient.  I was impatient too.  Before.  Barcelona teaches me to wait.  And wait.  I take advantage of it now.  I write novels on  index cards as I stand in line at the meat counter.  I practice my Spanish with one salesperson while the other one takes an hour to dig up my size from the storage room.  I walk and slowly and take pictures of everything when the buses and trains go on strike.  Patience, a virtue.  But oh, how I love to see the bursting almond trees, ignoring the seasons, being pushy, reminding me of my old self!