The morning is absolutely beautiful. If I looked in the dictionary for the definition of spring, it would describe today. The so very bright sun sits in a deep blue sky. It will get to 65°. The dogs stay out longer. Nala lies on the only patch of grass in the backyard and sunbathes. Henry sniffs the ground and wanders.

When I was a kid, I used to check the moon to see if the man in the moon was smiling. He usually was. I wished on the first star, “I wish I may. I wish I might.” I loved to watch fireflies flit around the field. When I was really little, I figured they were Tinker Bell’s friends and relatives. Magic was all around. You just had to look. You just had to believe.

I always love the first fireflies I see in my backyard. On warm nights I sit outside on the deck to watch the fireflies and listen to the night birds and crickets and cicadas. Each has its own song. I sometimes light my chiminea. I have piñon wood. Its aroma sweetens the air. The night still has a bit of magic about it.

My language instructor Lawal used to tell us Ghanaian folk tales and stories. He told us why mosquitos buzz ears. It seems mosquitos were enamored with ear, but ear did not return the affection and refused mosquito. Since that time, mosquitos buzz ears to let them know he is still around, and his feelings haven’t changed. The moon chases the sun in the hope that sun will return moon’s ardor. An eclipse is as close as he gets.

I have entered into a sort of madness. Yesterday I deep cleaned the living room. It took nearly two hours. Today I tackle the dining room. I need to be saved.

My dance card is ukulele heavy. I have my usual practice and lesson as well as two concerts. We’re practicing The Beach Boys and playing the second 70’s book at the concerts. It’s a busy week.

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