Last Friday was finally a gorgeous spring day and a day that I had off work. So I was working in the yard, raking up the detritus of last fall. The sun was so warm, the grass finally green, and the creek was so happily babbling I had to take a moment to just listen to it. I lay down in a patch of that green grass (after checking for dog poop, of course), closed my eyes, listened to the creek, and soaked up some vitamin D.
When I opened my eyes, a couple of these guys were checking on me.
It was nice of them to be so concerned. I suppose I did look like a crazy woman lying there in the grass like that. But the memory of that moment is what is carrying me through this week of being back to cold wind and rain.
4 years ago:
