i plant wildflower seeds along the garden fence
and daydream about how they will look
all dressed up in their spring blossoms
calling to the birds and bees and butterflies.
i stop a moment to take in the late afternoon light
our happy little house bathed in the rosy glow.
smoke begins to trail from the chimney
and i know you are inside tending the fire.
chickens scratch around in the yard
and from the coop a hen announces a newly laid egg.
this is a place of love and warmth and abundance.