The warmth of the afternoon prompted the impulse to drag the lawn chair out of its winter repose of the screened-in porch to the backyard.
As I reclined with the sun’s heat for a blanket, faithful companion by my side, hawks screeched and rode the waves of a breeze overhead.
Closing my eyes to the naked branches of the towering giants surrounding me, I can see the green promise of Spring, and with an inward sigh, I patiently wait for her seductive arrival.
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February 18, 2011 at 7:24 pm |
I miss our backyard…and the Kikers!