Sand in your toes or Songs in your ears . . .
I choose the backyard and the beauty that is right here. The garden is at its peak, the early evening light and air – perfect. I mostly hear the birds chirping and get to watch them take turns in the bird bath. The distant sounds are of barking dogs whose owners have gone off for the day leaving their “best friend” unattended. My best buddy waits for me patiently right inside the sectioned glass door. He peers out longingly to be next to me – or, just out “catting about.” My backyard, no matter where it is, will always be my favorite place.