mornings like this inspire me…crystal clear azure sky, lime-green new leaves, warm on the cement, cool in the shady grass, the minis poking around the yard, me poking around the garden, every bird seems to sing, traffic hums in the distance. we have nowhere to be.
always a longing, though, with mornings like these…wish my man were sitting on the grass, here, reading, chatting, pouring coffee. he misses out on these moments more than i’d like. his absence, though, reminds me to be grateful to have them. i’ll plan an evening stroll.
a favorite summer song.