When one hears the sounds of lawnmowers,
or watches the helicopter seeds of maple trees float,
or smells the breeze sailing down the street,
or tastes barbecue burgers and watermelon,
or feels the cool grass between their toes
It's time to be outside.
3 comments:
You are so right!! I really miss those days when I am outside and smell the BBQ smoke, the aroma of the flower pollen and fresh cut grass. Those days are missed as I walk outside and my nose immediately shuts and can't smell much anymore thanks to my recent reaction to pollen and other allergies. Enjoy it as much as you can!
great poem. this is such a great time of year. we put most of our garden in on Saturday so the season is now official.
Nothin' like good Bee Bee Q. Too bad the neighbors don't invite us over more often. Seriously, can't they tell that we would like to join in as we stare over the fence enviously??
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