The best day for me to linger would be the day the horrid winter, truly gives up it’s strong hold and allows spring to arrive with all of it’s beauty.
You know the kind of day, snow banks filthy from too many months of winters cold, when the earth lets out a sigh and you witness it begin to drink up the moisture that once would only allow more ice to form. When the frost beneath the yard was just too thick to allow for drainage of any kind to begin. It is the kind of day I wait so long for. I hear about it coming on the news and I get ready. I bring out the table and chair from the barn, yes we are tough here up in the northeast.
As the morning arrives I will be ready. The sun will come up and greet me at the kitchen window, beside the coffee maker where I will stand and wait for it to finish all the while I will soak in the first rays of this special day. By the second cup JT and I will make our way to the table and chair lying in wait for me to sit and linger.
The birds will be signing their absolute prettiest tunes and the Apple tree will have swollen buds as will the Forsythia. This is how I will spend each morning after that first day of warmth, lingering in the yard with my girl, soaking in the suns warmth only from now on with sunscreen.