The dogs rolled in the grass.
I noticed flies.
Because the air was warm and calm, I burned the sticks and limbs that had fallen over winter.
We grilled outside, sat on the porch and watched the lambs race around the field.
I checked on the strawberry plants, and threw the dogs a ball, a Frisbee, a ball again.
As the sun set and the light faded, I looked up and saw the cats perched behind the screen in the windowsill of the bedroom window. From their indoor spot, they too were capturing the last moments of an early summer evening.