Birds sing as the breese whispers through the trees.
Soft scents of flowers drift.
Bees making the rounds lightly landing from bloom to bloom, bush to bush
Pollinating a more colorful tomorrow.

In the distance, a dog barks.
Perhaps at a chickering squirrel passing by or another familiar dog walking down the street.

The large roses are between bloomings resting, recooping, sprouting new growth after the spring rains. As the smaller roses are already beginning their second blooms.

Young birds still unsteady fly around the yards, searching out their own meals. Their parents watching from a nearby tree.

It's a good day sitting on the she-shed porch.
Quietly relaxing, no real cares, scattered fleeting thoughts, of nothing of consequence.
Serene