Where can you close your eyes and hear a pig, horse, calf, goat, wind chime, priest and a band making
Sitting on my yard patio, feet up, under the umbrella. That’s where.
The animals are the neighbors’. The wind chime is mine. The priest was droning Mass from a block away while the little band of musicians stood outside the church door, blowing racket and swilling beer.
Offending the Virgin.
There was a breeze, and occasionally I heard birds brawling in their water bowl just a few feet behind me. Why can’t they just all get along?
The sensation was that the seasons were colliding. Spring was stepping in the front door while Winter snuck out the rear window.
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(Note: It was only after writing this item yesterday that I noticed that today is the first day of Spring, just another example of the ongoing serendipity sailing through our existence.)