I'm sitting outside in my back yard with my laptop on WIFI, taking in a little nature. I'm just going to write down everything I experience in the next few minutes. How's that for exciting blogging? On-the-scene reporting!
The cool fingers of the spring breeze touch my arms and raise a few goosebumps on an otherwise sunny, warm day. The leaves on the trees and bushes appropriately quiver in the chilly wind. Cotton clouds float gently across an azure sky, continuing on their eternal voyage around the earth. The billowing sea of grass forms waves that flow across the lawn, ending abruptly at the fence, followed endlessly by a new wave. The lilies have not yet emerged from their cozy green cocoons, while the remaining petals of the fading lilac flowers have shriveled and cast themselves to the wind. The sweet scent of a wild rose bush wafts over to caress my senses. The forty foot tall ash tree casts a grand shadow over the patio, like a giant guarding his kingdom.
A squirrel hops busily across the lawn, oblivious to my observation, in search of lunch. A blue jay swoops down to pick up a wayward seed, then disappears as quickly as it came. A robin in another corner of the yard gazes at me curiously and then goes about his business. The concrete patio is warm beneath my bare feet....a few ants detour around my toes as they head back to their hill to perform their duties.
A few clouds roll in, dragging with them ominously gray bottoms which will soon be shed as this evening's rain showers. Off in the distance, the rumble of tires on asphalt signals the activity of a work day. I hear the roar of a jet passing by as it pierces the clouds, disappearing into the sunlit silence above and taking with it hurried business executives and excited travelers.
The sun is now buried beneath the clouds, a reminder that I have chores to do and can't laze about all afternoon....although it's a tempting pleasure.
And all this, in 15 minutes in my back yard. Amazing.
The cool fingers of the spring breeze touch my arms and raise a few goosebumps on an otherwise sunny, warm day. The leaves on the trees and bushes appropriately quiver in the chilly wind. Cotton clouds float gently across an azure sky, continuing on their eternal voyage around the earth. The billowing sea of grass forms waves that flow across the lawn, ending abruptly at the fence, followed endlessly by a new wave. The lilies have not yet emerged from their cozy green cocoons, while the remaining petals of the fading lilac flowers have shriveled and cast themselves to the wind. The sweet scent of a wild rose bush wafts over to caress my senses. The forty foot tall ash tree casts a grand shadow over the patio, like a giant guarding his kingdom.
A squirrel hops busily across the lawn, oblivious to my observation, in search of lunch. A blue jay swoops down to pick up a wayward seed, then disappears as quickly as it came. A robin in another corner of the yard gazes at me curiously and then goes about his business. The concrete patio is warm beneath my bare feet....a few ants detour around my toes as they head back to their hill to perform their duties.
A few clouds roll in, dragging with them ominously gray bottoms which will soon be shed as this evening's rain showers. Off in the distance, the rumble of tires on asphalt signals the activity of a work day. I hear the roar of a jet passing by as it pierces the clouds, disappearing into the sunlit silence above and taking with it hurried business executives and excited travelers.
The sun is now buried beneath the clouds, a reminder that I have chores to do and can't laze about all afternoon....although it's a tempting pleasure.
And all this, in 15 minutes in my back yard. Amazing.
Hmmmmm...the pragmatist just described an absolutely beautiful summer afternoon observing the world around him with his literary paintbrush.
ReplyDeleteI think you are an artist in disguise. I believe you had to be pragmatic most of your life ...but that artist keeps peeking his head out and creating beautiful music and describing a gorgeous setting just as well as any poet.
Fraud! LOL!
Big Hugs,
Heather
LOL! I`ve been discovered!
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ReplyDeleteIt sounds like a perfect summer day!