If this isn't the life, I don't know what is
I'm sitting on my patio this Saturday morning. My feet are propped on the patio chair next to me and my books cover the table. I hear mockingbirds singing their little hearts out, there are cardinals and mourning doves at my bird feeder. The flowers in my garden are absolutely gorgeous - splashes of pinks, reds, and whites everywhere! The lemon thyme fills the air with an aroma of like Froot Loops. Spinksmeister (aka "The Little One") keeps chasing her little red bally around the patio, bobbing and skipping after it. When it gets stuck in the garden she looks at me and waits for it to be recovered.
The water tinkles gently as it splashes down the fountain, and George Winston piano music is playing. There's not a cloud in the sky. There are no other sounds beyond what I have described. There is only peace and beauty this Saturday morning, and my heart sings in symphony with the melody of nature.
The only thing missing is a good Alexandar Pope poem. (But alas I must study, so that's not an option.)
And now my precious Boo has joined me to welcome the day.
Adieu!
Not three minutes after I wrote this a bird flew over and pooped. It landed on my hand, my computer, my shorts and the table. Incredible aim... the whole patio and it hit me *dead on*. Screw nature! I'm going inside! (jk)
The water tinkles gently as it splashes down the fountain, and George Winston piano music is playing. There's not a cloud in the sky. There are no other sounds beyond what I have described. There is only peace and beauty this Saturday morning, and my heart sings in symphony with the melody of nature.
The only thing missing is a good Alexandar Pope poem. (But alas I must study, so that's not an option.)
And now my precious Boo has joined me to welcome the day.
Adieu!
Not three minutes after I wrote this a bird flew over and pooped. It landed on my hand, my computer, my shorts and the table. Incredible aim... the whole patio and it hit me *dead on*. Screw nature! I'm going inside! (jk)