It is evening here in Grover’s Corners. I’m sitting on the back patio. The little fountain gurgles at my back. Two chipmunks case around the hostas over by the fence. A cardinal issues his stately evening chirp as the robins fuss a cacophony in the Bradford pears.
The wife is pruning her flower pots. The evening is pleasant, warm with uncharacteristic low humidity for mid-June.
Over in the corner, the tiger lilies are going to bloom any day. The oak hydrangea is starting to flower. The big willow rules over the yard like a decrepit king.
I breathe a tired sigh of contentment. I offer a silent prayer of thanks for the many blessings in our lives.
I’ll worry about bills and mortgages another day.