Pull up a chair, kick off your shoes and sit for a while on the Back Porch. Ponder the sites, chew on the words and laugh if the feeling moves you. Savor the cool breeze, enjoy the smell of sweet olive, jasmine and fresh cut grass. Join us for a tall glass of ice cold sweet tea. ✿⁀⋱‿✻‿.•⁀❀”˜ƸӜƷ˜”❀⁀⋱‿✻‿.•⁀✿
Monday, May 5, 2014
The hands of the clock move on forward...
The hands of
the clock move on forward.
The sounds of
waking fill the rooms and drift out towards me and onto the balcony.
erupts and tickles my ear.
The smell of
strong coffee gives way to the melodic grind of the blender.
A tall fruity drink
with a kick is handed to me in an insulated covered cup.
be seen playing hide and seek as they break the surface of the water.
Time to get
wet and enjoy the beauty that is this day.