Right Now

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.