Spring
It’s on days like these that I just want to forget the home schooling and take the guitar out to the front yard and strum it while the children chase each other. It’s quiet today, with only the breeze making a sliding down through the trees. No big engines. No lawn crews. No loud music from neighbors’ homes. Just birds’ chirping, honking, mewing, cheetering, and all those wonderful noises that define the springing of the year. The skies are partly cloudy but mostly sunny. Under the shade of a strangler fig is the perfect spot to sit and practice the tin whistle.
Dad woke up extra early this morning to go with his friend to the Everglades. They planned to catch the sunrise.

