cleaning and refilling the hummingbird feeder with fresh simple syrup.
sweeping the rock pathway and steps.
setting the sprinkler and listening to the chk chk chk chk chk tddtddtdd whft.
smelling new cut grass.
having the fridge clean and sparse.
a full clean fridge and cupboards to cook creatively with.
sparkling windows.
fresh smashed guacomole with a hint of lime on tacos.
cold, cold Mike's hard limeade with spicy mexican food.
swinging with Craig on the porch swing.
eating outside in the garden room.
getting buzzed, checked out and mistaken for a flower by hummingbirds.
cutting fresh salad greens and eating immediately.
sleeping with a cool breeze coming in the window.
waking up without an alarm clock.
dead heading flower pots.
anticipating a fresh, long overdue pedicure.
3 comments:
I love little baby ducks, old pickup trucks
Slow-movin' trains and rain
I love little country streams, sleep without dreams
Sunday school in May and hay
And I love you, too
I love leaves in the wind, pictures of my friends
Birds of the world and squirrels
I love coffee in a cup, little fuzzy pups
Bourbon in a glass and grass
And I love you, too
I love honest, open smiles, kisses from a child
Tomatoes on the vine and onions
I love winners when they cry, losers when they cry
Music when it's good and life
And I love you, too.
Mr Loverby
Tom T Hall?
Ya Sure!!!!
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