Monday, April 21, 2014

My place

I love my place in the spring the best.  When the weather is finally nice enough to open all the windows and feel the fresh are blow through the house.  When I can get outside and sweep up leaves and clean out the waterfall, and see the daffodils poking up, promising blooms to come.  When I am home alone and I can sit on the couch feeling the breeze, listening to the wind.  Listening to the birds singing, the woodpeckers and the sandhill cranes, my wind chimes singing gently in the breeze, and the squirrels complaining.  It brings a deep peace to my heart.