On the Front Step {day three}

A couple days ago I sat on the front step for a good long time. The sun was out and it was warm – near 70 – too warm for February in Nebraska. I know I should be worried about global warming and the end of the Earth and all that, but I can’t help but delight in these strangely balmy days when the sun glares bright-white and my jeans get hot to the touch.

Noah sat with me on the step for a while.

We sipped our tea, and he munched Red Hot Blues from the plastic robin’s egg bowl that his dad had snacked from as a kid.

We spotted a red-tailed hawk soaring above the bare elm trees, and tried to figure out whether it was a white-breasted nuthatch or a chickadee calling from deep in the pine boughs. We pondered if the two mourning doves cooing on the telephone wire were married and decided probably not, maybe only friends since they were sitting so far apart.

After a while Noah wandered into the backyard to pound rocks with Cade the neighbor boy and Rowan, because that’s what boys do. 

And I laid back on the cool cement, protected from the breeze by the arborvitae tree. I listened to the echoing clink of hammer against stone and watched bare branches wave at the blue sky.

Have you been able to grab any quiet moments outside lately? What have you been seeing out there?

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