Breakfast on the porch with my journal.
And the bitty-birds.
Yesterday there were two bald eagles, each sitting in their own tree across the street.
Cherry Blossoms joining the spring party.
And because it was there to do
Dandelion Wine (of a sort).
"Dandelion Wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered. And now that Douglas knew, he really knew he was alive." Ray Bradbury
A book I need to reread.