I hear the birdsong
as finches and sparrows
line up to take turns on
my Yankee Droll feeders.
My two Goldens wait
for me to come and join them
knowing that a game of fetch
is a sure thing.
The squirrels wait patiently
on the shag-bark hickory.
They know the Goldens will leave
and then it will be their turn
to eat the left-over seeds
the birds spilled on the grass.
My patio pots sit basking
in the sunlight - rainbow
colored inpatients,
pinkish purple coneflowers,
shasta daisies and more
all grow strong on my deck.
The scents from fresh lavender,
sweet basil and geranium seep
in through the screen door.
In the distance, the tomatoes
and squash plants are protected
in their fenced-in garden.
But in the woods a small chipmunk
is healing. She lost a race with
the baby Golden this afternoon
and I had to carry her beyond the dog's
boundaries so she could heal
and gain back her strength.
Outside my French doors is
a wondrous display of God's
goodness and His attention
to the smallest of details.
I am so blessed to have all this
beyond my French doors.
Gold trophy winner
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