A Perfect Day

The sun is shining like there is no tomorrow, high 90's at least, and I'm enjoying one of my last days off baking in it.... the fresh mulch around the herb beds smells like I'm in the middle of a forest, easy to imagine glorious pines every time I close my eyes to the glare. Lounging on the lawn bed, my companions are a bottle of water, a little book 'Peace is every Step' (taking a bite at a time with reading, for I'm so busy breathing) by the Dalai Lama, and the cats, who are taking turns to dash out into the wavering heat to brush their heads against my hand which dangles into the grass, before taking retrieve again on the cool bathroom tiles. Shaking their heads at me for becoming one with this sauna. Only the Siamese stays permanently, a liquid heap of fur on the garden wall, slowly frying away. Drones of bumblebees (is that right? Not bees at all, but round fluffy B-52's, orange and black, gorging themselves on the ground ivy and the dandelions) buzz all around me, secure in my newly found sense of sharing this world, even with bugs I didn't particularly care for just one summer ago. We have come to an understanding, the crawlies and I, that the little paradise I so laboriously created over the last few months (and which is rewarding me by completely ignoring what I seeded where, and has strewn the yarrow, dandelions, ivy, plantain, forget-me-nots, chickweed, and countless other herbs generously all over the 'lawn'. My landlord will be so thrilled - lol - think I can get away with claiming fairies??) is big enough for all of us. Breathe in, breathe out... in..... out. Keeping a lazy smile while wiping off the glistening pearls of sweat, and listening to the mocking bird in the tree beyond me. Small clouds drift over the sun to give a moments retrieve of the heat, before they are dissolved. Nothing will stop Momma today, not even the promise of rain in the air. Ice-cream would be nice, and I should get more dirt for another bed, maybe buy some fruit for dinner....but getting up, getting dressed, getting close to the modern day contraption of my sizzling hot car.... unthinkable. Breathe in, breathe out. Smiling. I can hear the horses whinnying in the pasture across town, imagining that one of them is mine (he brays like a mule, and surely can cover the distance of the measly mile where his summer pasture is located). Wait, my friend, I will meet you in the evening, when my bones stopped melting and I become solid again. When the breeze is just right, the tantalizing scent of my lilac trees in full bloom drift over my lazy consciousness. Breathe in, breathe out. Smile. Yesterday is gone, tomorrow has not yet arrived. I am alive. It is a perfect day…. © Sorceress SummerWind, 2000-2006