Today, I sat on the porch. 

Now, if I were being proper country, I would say I “set” on the porch. But my Grammar Nazi can’t take it. So I sat. 

And I didn’t do much of nothin’ for one solid hour. 

I watched the dogs, and I enjoyed the breeze, noting how it lifted the flags and gave motion to the flagpole. I listened to the windchimes and took note of the boldest birds (blackbirds and turtle doves, followed closely by robins and mockingbirds). I watched the cars rush by, and I reflected on how nice it is to have a yard, and a porch, and a home. I admired my flower beds (wildly out of control), and smiled at my redbud trees. I’m proud of them all-two I planted, one I tried to kill because I thought it was a weed. I’m pleased to report it persevered. I didn’t have a book, or take my phone to scroll Instagram (still on Lent, no Facebook). So there are no pictures to commemorate the occasion. But I can tell you, Lightning Bug is restless and pees a lot, and Sugar is the most laid back, easygoing, patient canine on the planet. Bug plops her in the ear and face with his tail, she just scwinches her eyes shut and pays no mind. He walks across her front legs, she barely looks his way. He takes her stick, eh, she’ll eventually be gifted with another. 

But come out with a handful of Fritos and her demeanor changes. 

Anyway. I had a couple of glasses of wine and it made me nostalgic. But you know these 75° days are rare. So I didn’t think about the pollen invading my respiratory system, or how busy I was at work today, or how much laundry I need to do Friday…I just sat on the porch. 

And I sipped my wine. 

I hope that one day soon you have the opportunity to do the same. You might learn something new. Like how to relax.