One minute until midnight.
I imagine the daffodils are sleeping too. Or peeking, blooming and forcing me to leave the house, careen around the yard.
I sat in it today. Scanned the rocks, spring bulbs emerging… snowdrops, crocus, daffodils. The day lily and lillies will soon be here. And in their mid-afternoon fragrance I will drift off with a cup of tea.
I would have invited you, had I known your name. I watched you walk past the front gate. Your white furry pal, tag wagging, trotting behind you. Neither of you noticed me.
Today, the pencil replaced by a trowel, the hours whittled away by an ever increasing sun. My time is setting fast. I’ll need to gather a bouquet before I’m gone.