The lawn was just mown. The dandelions were waiting for their moment. Their moment is now.
This weekend, the shrubs are getting their ears lowered. I wonder what’s lurking in there, waiting for their moment.
Let’s check in on the apple tree once again. The blooms won’t be there long, he told himself again. Enjoy them while you can, he reminded himself, thinking of times past when he didn’t.
I’ll do it more tomorrow, he said forgetfully, half distracted by whatever else.
I did look out the kitchen sick window as I did the dishes this evening. It faces the west, and it was the right time for that glance. I finished up the washing quickly — there’s surely something that I’ll have to wash again tomorrow — so I could go out and see this for 15 seconds.
There are duplexes across the street, designed solely to obscure my view — and, I guess, for people to live in — but when you get the really vibrant one, you can enjoy some incredible colors above the silhouetted faux-dormers.
Nice way to start the weekend.
