May

I’m sitting up here in my little room in front of my computer. The ceiling fan is humming and pushing a warm breeze down my way. The sky is having a perfect day, solid blue with the prettiest puffy white clouds, and the sun is a shimmery platinum. Out the window I see my neighbor's newly mown grass and pink and crimson roses against the brick on the side of their house. Birds are singing and occasionally fly past me unaware. My little garden area is waiting to show me how far the seeds have pushed through and how tall the resilient tomato plants have grown. I must find something to blog about today, but all I can think of is words from a song..."how wonderful life is while you're in the world."