Spring — Almost Summer — Morning

Tufts of grass, pushed through the mulch, move in the pre-storm breeze.

Two rabbits engage in an awkward game of tag.

The bees play with my garden of purple wild flowers and dandelions. I am proud of myself for not squealing and going inside.

I enjoy a light-roast and rest on a new-to-me chair, unraveling wicker poking my skin.

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