We dined on the brick patio this evening, taking advantage of a perfect Spring day of blue skies, 75 degrees, no mosquitoes, a slight breeze.
The lettuce in the salad came from our garden. Now, mid-May, is the perfect time for harvesting lettuce. That assumes the neighborhood rabbits leave some for the gardener, and they do.
It’s interesting how the birds adapt to our presence, after we’ve been sitting eating and chatting for a few minutes. Ordinarily our human presence would make them a bit jumpy, but when we’re sitting and speaking in low voices it’s almost as if we’re one of the flock of wrens, blue-jays, sparrows, doves, grackles, cardinals, chickadees and other birds that visit our feeders and our driveway where we spread seed.
These evenings, when we slow down a bit to enjoy the evening air, the blue skies, the flowers that are blooming and the birds that join us for dinner seem to pass without concern for time or projects that await us.
Even our children slow down when they join us. No one eager to be the first to rise from their chair to call an end to the timeless moments that these outdoor evening meals are.
