Apr
08
today it is sunny.
a beautiful day.
the kind of beautiful day that beckons you to join the living and find your way outside.
the kind of day that when you are at work, all you can think about is getting outside.
the kind that when you are inside, all you can think about is getting outside.
a beautiful sunny day.
new flowers are starting to bloom.
the azalea bushes welcoming the new friends that bloom alongside it.
the bugs, birds, and butterflies take flight and catch the suns rays.
puppies are barking.
kids are playing.
the smell of fresh cut grass and newly spread mulch assault your senses.
cars look dirtier.
the grass looks greener.
the sky is so blue that nothing else compares to it.
the clouds are small and puffy. floating up high in the breeze.
trees sway and leaves sing in the wind.
today it is sunny.
my house is a mess. there is laundry in every room. you have trouble walking without tripping. the washer and dryer are still and quiet. like gravestones. the sink is full of soapy water and dishes that need washing. the television is off. the remote is nowhere to be found.
outside you can hear the radio. blaring the latest new song. there is a bucket with soapy water and old dish rags. the garden hose is strung across the driveway. the car is clean. shiny. and the windows wiped down. the green pollen that dulled its paint floating all around in small pools of sudsy water.
the front lawn and street side are mowed. the driveway too. except that one spot the car always seems to be in. only now evident because of the previous bath it received. the neighbor even profited from the day. his ditch and street side mowed right along with mine. the sun was out. and the mower just would not quit going. and even when it sighed to a quiet slumber the gas can, although another yard away, just did not seem so far.
the coral tree that was chopped down to just four long arms reaching up to the sky is sprouting new growth. before the old lopped off limbs were even removed. those limbs now resting in a tangle mess of thorns and finger like branches. waiting for fire. and a less breezy day. silently saying their thanks for a wind much too strong for the red hot flames that will turn it to ash.
the fence line grasses shimmer in the light with fresh sprayed poison. its foul smell no match for the breath of spring. the brush and thistles standing tall and proud. almost unaware of the doom that is coming. enjoying the day even as the grim reaper calls their names.
the air conditioner is off. quiet. no humming allowed. save the birds and bees. the doors are open and curtains dance their windy dance. windows held down with years of paint and dust creak open. the screens howling. whistling. moving in and out as if breathing. the house is renewed. sun splashes the carpet and counters. the smell of mint oil brings the old house to life. the renewed energy making the inside almost inviting. but there is work to be done. inside. and today...is not an inside day.
today it is sunny.
I love sunny days. I hate being inside on sunny days...I hate housework...so, I'd head outside.
Great post...I could SEE everything!
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