Today is perfectly lovely with a bright, warm sun and a breeze to keep the heat at bay. It will be in the 70’s today and during the rest of the week. The inside back of the house, though, is still rather chilly. The cool nights hold sway until the sun hits the windows in the afternoon. It was coffee and papers on the deck today. Gracie slept in the shade while I enjoyed the morning. The birds sang and the leaves rustled when the breeze blew. My fountain is a quiet one which gives me a feeling of contentment. I sat, closed my eyes and let my ears hear the morning.
I slept in today and was surprised at the lateness of the hour when I woke up. It was after 9, but I didn’t really care. I cleaned off the deck table and chairs, made coffee, grabbed the papers and got myself comfy outside. A bird would catch my eye, and I’d stop and watch. I heard the spawns of Satan running across from tree limb to tree limb, and I even gave them a quick look. It is a morning for dawdling.
I used to play horseshoes, and I was pretty good. At the end of our street was a playground, Pomeworth Park, where we spend our summer days. We were still kids then, still in elementary school. Two college students ran each playground in town, and we’d compete in softball or baseball games and at a huge game day which ended the summer. We did crafts, and I’d sit at the picnic table in the shade painting and using beads or gimp to create my artistic treasures. We played checkers, horseshoes and softball. In the early morning, before the rest of the playground opened, I took tennis lessons. I always grabbed the same racket from the box. It was red. We were never bored at our playground, and I always hated to leave, but the playground closed for an hour, and we’d go home for lunch. That was about the only time of the day my mother saw us. I think she liked the playground even more than we did.
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