just listening

Today started out gray and cool. Turned into a lovely 65 degree sunshiny day. Now its 7 pm and the wind is picking up.

I love the sound of God in the trees. I close my eyes and listen. I don’t even imagine anything. I just listen.

The sky is smeared with puffy white streaks over baby blue.

Grass is vivid emerald and perky thanks to the rain this week. 

My new 7 foot high Tulip Poplar, a Mother’s Day gift from Ed this year, sits boldly on the west of the backyard.  She waves goodnight to the sun with her broad leaves as it sets quickly behind her. To the north sits my fully leafed out Oklahoma Redbud, a Mother’s Day gift six years ago. She's obviously happy to be dressed with new mulch and red lodgestones around her border.

Sipping a glass of smooth - Rosemount Old Benson Fine Old Tawny Port - I’m on my deck, listening. Even the dogs’ playful ruckus around me is inconsequential to my mood. 

It would be absolutely perfect if one neighbor had mowed his lawn earlier like the rest of us...