The days grow longer with the changing season and Apollo is in all his glory, majestically charioting to and fro across the sky. He gazes down at the earth...
proudly inspecting the fruits of his labor: greening grass, flowering bud, and streaming flood.
I bask in the Sun's embrace, my arms already browning from the amber warmth.
The cares of the week are behind me. The albatross of life's contracts forgotten.
Even beloved indoor activities have no pull. Sitting in the shadows of a door and four walls has no appeal.
Time to get outdoors, hike the hills, walk down bricked lanes and dig into earth, it's toasty chocolateness soothing, tranquilizing.
The entertainment is tailored to suit the outdoor environment
and the strolling crowds are anxious to be pleased.
The rhythm of the conga invites audience participation...
A celebration of the sun's trek toward it's zenith.
*Hi all! I haven't been getting much of anything done really: blogging, visiting you all and writing (this is about the most I've written for a week or so!) is taking the backseat as I head outside to enjoy our beautiful springtime weather. How about you? Are you finding the outdoors too tempting to get stuff done?
