On A Sunday

First line dry of the year, patchwork flapping in the sun.

A half dozen kids, running, biking, swinging, screaming, laughing, breathing.

Baby Peter in Sunday afternoon glory, asleep in a sunspot.

Beat up old blue jeans that fit just right

Kneading bread dough with the window open, wide.

Hymn humming.

Afternoon coffee and cream, knitting and watching Spring spinning right along.

Just here, on a Sunday, counting my blessings.


Have a blessed Weekend!