Everybody's outside today. Mowers are humming, families are unearthing dusty tools and toys, and bare legs in various hues are in full view. My dear spouse spent his morning reading indoors, got out of his fleece lounge-wear by mid-afternoon, showered, dressed for the warmer weather, and promptly fell asleep in the sun with a worn paperback still upright in his hands.
As neighbors edge, mow, weed and crawl about on their knees, I recall with fondness a time when my dear man did the same. Today is not that day.