It was loud, annoying, and intrusive. After the coffee beans were ground, and the steamy brew was filling the air with a delicious wake up scent, Simmy slipped on some sandals and went out to the greenhouse.
Burr! The temperature had dipped down, in the night, and the ground was solidly frozen. Her toes scrunched up in shock, looking for socks, no doubt.
"Good thing we have heat in that little greenhouse," she mumbled.
As she looked up to see what the loud sound was, she was taken aback to see the head of a 'workman' right beside her fence.
She peeked through the fence to see the hedge being removed. Then she noticed that the tree behind her yard was missing.
Sigh! The construction for the noise barrier wall had begun. Thank God that the city was putting up 10 foot high, stacked stone, walls to create a sound barrier. The widening of the street behind her fence was part of the CentrePort Canada Way project. It was threading its' needle behind her back yard and Simmy shook her head in a ironic twist.
Having grown up on Queen Street and then Victoria Avenue, in a small little hamlet, the sound of crickets was the loudest intrusion on most days.
It was just too funny that she now lived next to a street that was expected to become one of the busiest in the city.
From a dusty gravel road to an international hub for transporting goods.
Life has its' twists and turns.
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