At last, at last, it's warm enough to eat breakfast on the porch. It's not a big porch nor a fancy one, more of a walled-in entry, but it has windows on three sides and room for a plant stand, a bench, and a little table built by Mr. M.
From the windows I can see the street, the house next door, the lawn dotted with violets and dandelions. The lilac bush on the property line is covered with dusky purple buds. Sometimes a bunny or two comes hopping through the yard, and squirrels chase each other across the gravel. Chirping birds offer background music.
And I can look up through the branches of an ash tree in the driveway:
And admire the young green of the leaves against a pale spring sky.
Who says blue and green don't go together?
P.S. I know this is lawn heresy, but I kind of like dandelions. They're so cheerful and indestructible. After a long winter of grey and brown and white, all flowers look good to me.
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