Spring

Soft breezes blowing whiffy clouds across the red sands. All cacti bow to the sun giving rise to buds and blossoms. Achy bones bow to cheat grass wedging its way among legit resting flora. Dog loves it most of all. Running bezerk and barking at new bunnies and birds nesting and eating our lot. Quiet life this. Reading books, golfing, cards and movies and friends. Who said "Grow old with me. The best is yet to be". And God, if he or she be, is in the beauty of children, grandchildren and memories of a life well and fully lived. We are so lucky!