This morning was a lovely one: breezy with sun and fresh Appalachian air, cool enough to pull weeds and plant annuals without breaking a sweat. Leaves rustled, bees buzzed happily from flower to flower.
When I watered in the new bright yellow zinnias, scraping dirt from beneath my fingernails while I held the hose and thought about what I’d eat for lunch, a pair of small brown-orange butterflies flitted round each other in that twirling butterfly dance they do.
I looked over at the shade beneath the dogwood tree and thought, I want to sit there and read my book.
So here I am. Flowers bloom all around me, a soft yellow butterfly drinks from a purple salvia, grasshoppers chirp and birds trill, leaves quiver and shake, the sound of a far off lawn mower drifts over the hills, and the breeze makes a low whooooo sound across my ears.
It’s going to be a good night for sailing.
I am enjoying blogging from my phone — it’s so immediate! I can publish from anywhere, including the shade of the dogwood tree in our front yard.
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I know. That’s the thing I like most about the WordPress app. Quick posts.
You described so well, it seemed like utopia.
And the post doesn’t have to be a big deal. That’s the cool part. And you can still play with sentences. A win-win.
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