There's a soft breeze making the stately trees in my front yard dance languidly...the sky is bright and blue...the doves and other birds are taking seeds from the feeders and water from the fountain.
In my backyard the tomatoes are ripening and the plum tree has given up its tartly-sweet bounty...the rosebushes are in bloom once again, colorfully celebrating their perfumed glory before they rest for the autumn and the winter.
I breathe deep the summer's air...I breathe deep the summer's magic and music...I breathe deep and smile acknowledging, for the upteenth (but most certainly not the last) time that it is a beautiful old world.
Namaste, y'all.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
150 Words: Father's Day
It’d been a long day and he was bone tired. It’d been an amazing day and he felt more alive…and more apprehensive…than he had ever felt before. Grace had arrived.
“Are we ready for this?” Kathleen, beatific despite her recent Herculean efforts, asked.
He looked up from the sleeping bundle in his hands and nodded. “I hope so.”
Kathleen sighed. “Me too,” she said stifling a well-deserved yawn. “She certainly picked a beautiful day for it anyway.”
He frowned and looked out the window. The gray clouds showed no signs of giving up their purchase on the Sunday sky and the rain continued to fall. “How so?” he asked handing Grace back to her mother.
Kathleen nestled Grace against her chest and smiled up at him. “It’s Father’s Day, Papa; Grace is definitely going to be her daddy’s girl.”
He smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. “Wow…”
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