Morning is bright and quiet. The deep warm blue of the sky is like the inviting waters of the Caribbean. Sugar and I take our time walking. The boys set up my camping canopy last night to make sure all the parts are there. It lufts gently in the morning air, beckoning us to come aside and relax, but we give the new hanging basket of white and blue lobelia a good long drink of water then head out for a longer than usual jaunt.
The neighborhood is peaceful, only a handful of people are stirring. Alongside the third building from my place I discover that the peony bush is beginning to bloom right next to the tiny French lilac bush. The perfume is heady and the delicate light lavender makes the pale pink of the peony seem more delicate and fragile. Even so, the flowers are already being danced upon by the ants - some things are so dependable!
I stand inhaling the beauty for as long as Sugar has patience, and then we quietly make our way back to our own stoop, up the stairs and into the already warming kitchen for a bite of breakfast.
The neighborhood is peaceful, only a handful of people are stirring. Alongside the third building from my place I discover that the peony bush is beginning to bloom right next to the tiny French lilac bush. The perfume is heady and the delicate light lavender makes the pale pink of the peony seem more delicate and fragile. Even so, the flowers are already being danced upon by the ants - some things are so dependable!
I stand inhaling the beauty for as long as Sugar has patience, and then we quietly make our way back to our own stoop, up the stairs and into the already warming kitchen for a bite of breakfast.
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