A Perfect Day

We are now experiencing those days of spring, when we leave the windows open day and night, when we wear sweatshirts in the early morning cool air and wear t-shirts, and no sweat, in the afternoons. We sit on the back porch and watch dogs play in grass that we aren't yet tired of mowing, and we eat meals not bothered by flies, and we look at a garden that still holds seeds of hope instead of weeds. On these days, I find time to take those long walks, to pick a yellow dandelion, and to look overhead at the pair of herons silhouetted against the blue sky.