I’d been standing on our back deck for a few minutes before I came back inside. “Well, this sure stinks.” I said as I closed the door and looked at my son Alex, who was standing in front of the open refrigerator.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he moved things around on the shelf.

“Every night, for the past few weeks, I’ve popped outside to listen to our spring peepers.” I loved the chirping of the tiny little frogs chorus, as they called out for a mate.

“There was one night they got so loud I thought I’d left a window open.” I leaned against the counter. “I spent ten minutes wandering around the house, looking for the window that needed to be closed, only to find out everything was shut tight.”

“Ahum.” Alex stood back and once again scanned inside the refrigerator.

“That’s how loud the peepers were that night!” I said, knowing he really wasn’t paying attention to what I was saying.

“Wow.” he closed the refrigerator and walked over to the cabinet.

“What are you looking for?” I finally asked.

“Something to eat.” he began pulling out the drawers of the pantry.

“We literally just finished dinner five minutes ago!” I cried.

Alex shrugged his shoulders as he closed the pantry door. He went over to the cookie jar, lifted the lid, peeked inside before reaching in and pulling out a granola bar. “This will have to do.” he opened the wrapper and took a bite. “So, spring peepers huh?”

“Not anymore!” I cried.

“What do you mean?” He took another bite.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you. I just went out tonight and I could only hear one tiny peeper calling out!” I sighed. “How sad is that?”

Alex shook his head. “Still not getting you?”

“He’s all alone! No one’s answering him!” I couldn’t believe he wasn’t understanding me. “It’s like he showed up to the party late and everybody already left!”

“Wait,” Alex looked confused. “Weren’t you the one who told me it’s only the male that calls out?”

Now I was a little confused. “Yeah?”

“So maybe there’s a dozen girls headed his way right now?” Alex smiled as he threw his wrapper in the trash. “Maybe that one lone guy out there is really the smartest one of them all.” Alex patted me on the arm as he left the kitchen.

I thought about that for a minute before I reached over the sink and opened the window. I listened to the peeper singing solo from his choir. I couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe you are the smartest one.”

I was sitting in our living room, windows open, enjoying the cool breeze when my son Alex came into the room. “What are you up to today?” I asked.

“Working.” he said as he went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. “What about you?” he called.

I sighed as I laid back and inhaled. “Right now I’m just enjoying our lilac bush.” I called before taking another deep breath. “I can’t believe I can smell from here.”

Alex came in with his coffee and looked out the window at our lilac bush at the end of our driveway. “It sure is in full bloom.”

I looked over at him. “I don’t mean to brag but if you look up and down our street you’ll noticed that we have the biggest and nicest one in the neighborhood.” I smiled at him as if I had something to do with it.

Alex laughed. “I don’t have to look, I believe you.”

I sat up and pointed to our neighbor. “I mean his is nice, maybe just as big, but it’s got a white flower. Not the beautiful lavender one we have. And it has maybe a third of the blooms ours has!”

Alex shook his head. “I didn’t know it was a competition.”

“Well, it’s not really.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m just lilac proud.”

Alex rubbed his forehead and shook his head. “Did someone just cut their grass?”

I looked out the window. “I don’t think so. Why?” I looked back at him.

“My allergies are bothering me today.” He took the heal of his hand and began rubbing his eye. Just then my husband Steven came into the room and saw Alex rubbing his eye. “You too?” he asked.

“Yeah, someone must have cut their lawn.” he shook his head again.

“It’s the lilac bush.” Steven said as he went over to the window and closed it.

“Hey!” I cried. “I was just enjoying how great it smelled!”

“Sorry about that, but my head is pounding.” he looked over at Alex. “I’ll put the air on.”

“Thanks.” Alex sat down on the couch. “Sorry about that, Mom. But that great smell you’re smelling is just a headache to us.”

I sighed as I leaned back on the couch. “You know when I was growing up my Mom used to have a special vase that she used just for lilac’s. It was a gorgeous dark purple. She’d cut an armload of lilacs, put them in that beautiful vase, and put it in the middle of the dining room table.” I looked over at him. “I used to love the way the whole house smelled like lilacs.”

“Nobody in your family was allergic?”

“Nope, not a one, and there were nine of us.” I shrugged my shoulders again and looked back out the window. “I wonder who got that vase when we split up the house?”

“Yeah, I wonder?” Alex looked concerned. “Maybe you should call Aunt Liz and ask her if she knows where it is?”

I got up to get my phone. “That’s a great idea!” I stopped before I left the room. “You know you’re lucky I’m so easily distracted. Otherwise, I’d still be upset that I’m not laying on my couch enjoying the smell of my lilac’s!”

Alex just nodded his head and smiled. “I have to admit, it does come in handy at times.”

I was standing by my couch trying to get the best possible light, before snapping a picture, when my husband Steven came in. “Why are you taking a picture of our couch?”

“Because everyone takes pictures when they go on vacation.” I said matter-of-fact.

Steven looked confused. “We didn’t go anywhere.”

“You might not have gone anywhere but…” I patted the arm of the couch. “Spring break 2019 was spent on this baby.” I sighed. “And it was wonderful!”

Steven shook his head and laughed. “But why the picture?”

I moved the pillows and draped the blanket in that causal, I-just-got-up look. “Because when I get back to school and everyone’s showing their photos of all the beautiful places they visited I want to have something to show too!” I snapped another picture and checked to see if I liked it. “That’s a keeper.”

“It’s our couch.” Steven just shook his head.

“Hey! This was one of the best Spring breaks I’ve had in a long time!” I smiled as I fluffed the pillows. “I read a few books, binge watched some shows, ate anything I wanted, and then to top it all off I napped!” I looked over at Steven. “When my school friends show me their pictures of Disney or any other theme park vacations I’ll be able to look into their exhausted eyes and show them this!” I turned my phone around and showed him my couch picture. “You know I’ll be the envy of them all when they look into my well rested eyes.”

“What if they went to a relaxing beach resort?” Steven said with a laugh.

“Still have them beat!”

“How?”

“I didn’t have to pack, fly there or get into a bathing suit this early in the season! And I spent most of my days in my pj’s!” I smiled as I sat down on couch and wrapped the blanket around me. “Totally winning!”

Steven laughed as he sat down next to me. “I did appreciate that you showered every day.”

“Hey! I’m not an animal!” I laughed.

“Well, I’m glad you had a nice break.”

“Yeah.” I sighed “The only problem I’m having right now is saying goodbye.” I lovingly moved my hand over the cushion. “It’s been awesome.” I whispered to the cushion.

“You do know you’ll see the couch when you get home from work?” Steven raised his eyebrows. “Right?”

“It won’t be the same.” I leaned back and put my feet up on the coffee table. “Sitting here after a day of work is me fighting to stay awake long enough to make dinner.”

“Well, it won’t be long before you’ll have Summer break and you can go right back to your favorite piece of furniture.” Steven patted the cushion before he got up.

I shook my head. “This isn’t my favorite piece of furniture in the Summer.” I couldn’t believe he knew so little about me.

“Wait!” Steven turned around. “It’s the rocking chair on the back porch! I knew that.”

“Exactly!” I smiled as I leaned back and watched Steven go into the kitchen. Then I patted the cushion next to me again. “But, just remember, you were my favorite this whole past week.” I whispered.

I’d clicked on my Facebook account and the first thing that popped up was a picture I’d taken the year before on a trip my sister and I had taken to the Netherlands. “Oh, my gosh! I can’t believe its already been a year!” I cried to myself.

I went to find the photo album I’d put together so I could enjoy the whole experience again. The album held 300 pictures so I needed both hands as I grabbed it off the shelf. I went back to the couch to settle in and revisit my trip.

Just then my son Alex walked past me.

“Hey!” I called as I patted the cushion next to me. “Want to look at the photos with me?”

Alex looked over his shoulder. I could only assume he was hoping I was talking to someone else. When he realized I was talking to him he shrugged his shoulders. “Um-mm, not really.”

“Oh, come on!” I cried and patted the couch cushion again. “It’ll be fun! I promise!”

My husband Steven came around the corner. “I have to run to a job site.” he said as he headed the front door. He looked at Alex. “You want to take a ride?”

Alex couldn’t help but smile. “Sure!”

“Oh, man!” I looked over at Steven. “He was going to look at my photos with me!”

Steven laughed and looked at Alex. “Looks like I just saved you! You’re welcome.”

“Hey!” I cried.

Alex came over and kissed me on the top of my head. “Love you, but I gotta’ go.”

As soon as they left I began looking through the album but, I really wanted to share it with someone.

I picked up my phone and called my sister Liz.

When she answered I didn’t even give her a chance to say “Hi”. “Do you know it’s a year ago today that we landed in Amsterdam?” I asked.

“Wow, that year sure went by fast.”

“I know! So I have my photo album here and I was wondering if you wanted to look at the pictures with me?”

“You put your photo album together already?” I could hear her sigh. “I haven’t even figured out what photos I want to put in my book.”

“Oh, I don’t do photo albums like you.” I corrected. My sister put together very elaborate books through Shutterfly. “Mine’s in a album that hold 300 pictures.”

“Oh, you just dumped then in one of those albums.” She sounded revealed.

“Hey! I wouldn’t say dump! I very lovingly placed each one in it’s plastic sleeve.”

Liz laughed. “So how am I going to see your pictures?”

“Let’s FaceTime!” I looked on my phone and tapped the FaceTime picture. “Nothing’s happening.” I said. I was confused. “Does yours work?”

Liz seemed confused too. “Mine won’t let me Facetime with you. Do you have it shut off in your settings?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. I’ve never used it.” I went in my settings. “Got it!” I held the phone over the album. “Remember we went to Anne Franks Annex on the first day?”

“Yup.”

I moved the phone to the next photo. “Remember this is where we ate lunch?”

“I remember.”

I turned the phone around so I could see her. “Are you really looking at the pictures?”

Liz laughed. “Yes!”

“Okay, because you don’t sound as excited as I am to relive this trip!” I turned the phone around so she could see the photos again. “Only 298 more photos to go!” I thought I heard a small sigh but I choose to ignore it. “Remember all the houseboats?”

My son Alex and I were enjoying a beautiful sunny day on our back deck, when I looked up in the sky and saw several hawks gliding above.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” I said as I pointed to them swooping and turning in the breeze. “They look like Cooper Hawks.”

Alex looked up squinting. “There sure are a lot of them this year.”

I thought about that for a moment and realized he was right. “I wonder why?”

Alex shrugged his shoulders. Then pointed to our bird feeders. “Setting up a self serve buffet for them might have something to do with it.”

I could hear a Cooper Hawk calling out. “Do you hear that?” I got up from my chair to go to the edge of our porch trying to find him in our trees. “Do you see him?” I asked.

Alex looked up. “Why do you assume it’s a he?”

“Because it’s mating season and it’s the male who usually calls out.” I had my hand up to my forehead trying to block the glare.

“How do you know these things?” I could hear the surprise in his voice.

I looked over at him. “What can I say?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I like nature.” I looked over at the two mourning doves waddling around under our feeders. I waved my arms around. “SHOO!” I cried. “Get out of here! You don’t want to be a hawk’s lunch!” The two doves flew away, the flapping of their wings sounding like tiny squeaky toys. I went and sat back in my chair. “Whew, that was close.”

Alex looked over at me. “You know the hawks need to eat too.”

“I know.” I sighed. “I just don’t want to watch it happen.” I rested my head on the back of my chair. “Remember last year when I went out to fill the feeders and there was a pile of mourning dove feathers on the ground?” I shuttered. “You know they mate for life and his poor spouse spent the rest of her summer sadly wandering around alone.” I sighed again.

Alex shook his head. “Once again, how do you know the hawk got the male and not the female.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I just assumed.”

We sat quietly, watching the birds at the feeders when Alex looked over at me again. “Have you noticed there aren’t many squirrels around lately?”

I scanned our woods. “You know you’re right.” I began looking around some more. “Come to think of it, I haven’t seen any rabbits either.” I got up and went down the deck steps to check around the perimeter of the house.

“What are you doing?” Alex asked.

“Looking for chipmunk burrows.” I looked in all their usual spots. “There’s no fresh holes!” I cried. I looked at Alex as he leaned on the railing watching me. “No rabbits, no squirrels, and now no chipmunks!” I looked up at the hawks swirling overhead. “DAMN YOU COOPER HAWKS!”

Alex started to laugh. “Ten minutes ago you were saying how beautiful they were!”

“Ten minutes ago I hadn’t noticed they were eating all my other little friends!” I came back up on the deck and sat down. “This stinks.”

“Don’t worry. Once the hawks clear out the neighborhood they’ll move on.” Alex patted me on the shoulder. “Then maybe your chipmunk friends will come back.”

“Maybe they’re not getting eaten!” I looked hopefully at Alex. “Maybe they’re just hiding and waiting for the hawks to move on.”

Alex got up to go inside but first stopped to kiss me on the top of the head. “You’re right. That’s how nature works.”

Once Alex had gone in I looked around the woods again hoping I’d see my chipmunks. I sighed when I didn’t see any, and looked up once again at the swirling hawks. “Sometimes I hate nature.” I whispered.

My son Alex and I were sitting on the front porch enjoying a little sun when my husband Steven came out to join us. “What a beautiful day!” he said as he leaned on the railing. He looked down at a dandelion trying to grow in a crack in the sidewalk. “Oh, you have to go.” he said as he leaned down to pull it out.

“No! Don’t!” I cried. “It’s the first dandelion of the season!”

“I know and I want to catch it before it turns into a puffball and blows seeds all over our yard!” Steven pulled it out by it’s root and held it up for me to see.

“But they say those are the first flowers the bees need.” I sighed.

“Oh, speaking of bees…” he tossed the dandelion over the railing then looked back at me. “I saw a bee house for sale at Costco.”

“Bee house?” I was a little skeptical. “I’m not a big fan of getting stung.”

“You were just trying to feed them dandelions,” Steven shook his head. “but you don’t want to give them a house?”

I shrugged my shoulders as I picked up my phone and Googled Costco bee house. “Hey! Here it is!” I turned my phone around for Alex to see. “It looks like a cute little barn!” I began scrolling through the site. “It attracts the Mason bee.” I looked over at Steven. “They say they’re gentle and non-aggressive!”

“See, I told you.” Steven said.

I looked over at Alex and smiled. “I’m going to be a beekeeper!” I cried.

“Well, that’s not entirely true.” Steven shook his head.

“What do you mean?” I was confused. “We’re getting bees, so I’m going to be a beekeeper.”

“We’re not actually getting bees.” He leaned back on the railing. “We’re getting a bee house to attract the bees.”

I shook my head. “Okay, fine. But once the bees come then I’ll be one, right?”

Steven shook his head again. “Nope. Still won’t be one.”

“Oh, come on!”

Now it was Alex’s turn to show me his phone. “I just Googled beekeeper.”

I took his phone from him. “A beekeeper keeps bees in order to collect their honey and other products that the hive produce like beeswax and bee and flower pollen.” I handed him back his phone. “So what do the Mason bees do?”

“They’re spring pollinators.” Steven was reading from Google too.

“So isn’t that what honey bees do?”

“Yes, but they’re also protecting a hive so they can get aggressive.”

“Nope, don’t want that.” Alex chimed in.

“Okay, fine.” I sighed. “I won’t be able to call myself a beekeeper.”

“You’re helping the bee population. Isn’t that enough?” Steven laughed.

“I guess.” I sighed.

“You can call yourself an environmentalist.” Alex suggested. “You are helping them.”

I thought about that for a moment.

“Or the manager of a bee flophouse.” Steven added.

I looked over at Steven. “Thanks, but I think I’ll go with environmentalist.”

Steven shrugged his shoulder. “Suit yourself.”

“Hey, Alex!” I called to my son. “Do you want me to make a cake?”

“Sure!” Alex came into the living room where I was sitting on the couch with my laptop. “Trying to get out of work again?” he asked as he laughed.

“You know me so well.” I smiled as I moved the computer on the couch and went into the kitchen to preheat the oven.

Alex followed me into the kitchen. “I love when you don’t want to work.” He handed me a mixing bowl.

I had to laugh as I got the cake mix out. “I know you do.”

“Last week you washed all the windows, which was nice, but I think I’m liking the cake procrastination better.” he leaned against the counter while I made the batter.

“Yeah, I think I like this one better too.” I put the cake in the oven and set the timer on my watch. “Okay, I have about a half an hour before the timer goes off.” I looked over at Alex. “I guess it’s time for me to get some work done.” I went back to the couch and picked up my laptop. “Okay, here goes.” I sighed.

Alex sat next to me and picked up the remote for the television. “Is it going to bother you if I watch some TV.?”

“Oh, not at all!” I said a little too quickly.

Alex looked over at me and raised his eyebrows. “Maybe I should watch it in another room, so you can work in peace.”

“No, no, no…” I motioned for him to sit back down. “What I have to do doesn’t really need my full attention.”

“It doesn’t?”

“Nope.” I sat up straighter. “So what do you want to watch?”

“Wait, this is just another way for you to put off getting your work done, isn’t it?”

I tried to look innocent “Of course not. I told you I can do both.”

Alex turned on the television. “All right, but if I don’t see your hands moving on that keyboard I’m turning off the television.”

I had to laugh. “Okay, now you’re starting to sound like my Dad.”

“I’m serious!” he began scrolling through the menu until he reached Discovery Channel.

“Oh…Ultimate Homes! I love this one!” I cried. “Looking at homes I’ll never be able to afford, built in gorgeous areas I’ll never see! Perfect!”

Alex laughed as clicked on to the show.

We’d only been watching a few minutes when Alex cleared his throat. “I’m not hearing your fingers clicking on your keyboard.” he reminded me.

“Fine.” I went back to my laptop and began scrolling through the work I’d already finished. I began tapping away at the keys but secretly peeking over at the TV to see the next magnificent home they were showing.

Alex looked over at me. “Are you really typing something or are you just pretending?”

“What? Are you kidding?” I began erasing the nonsense words I’d been typing before he asked to see the screen.

That’s when the timer went off. “Oh the cakes ready!” I jumped up to get it.

When I came back into the living room I was carrying my sneakers. “Do you want to go for a walk? It’s beautiful out!”

Alex just laughed. “You really don’t want to work, do you?”

“Nope, not right now.” I sat down to put on my sneakers. “But I swear I’ll start as soon as we get back!”

“No you won’t.” He’d gotten up to get his sneakers.

I looked up at him and smiled as he walked by. “You’re probably right.”

I tucked a roll of paper towels under my arm and reached under the kitchen sink to get the bottle of Windex. “I’m ready!” I said as I closed the cabinet door and stood up.

My husband Steven was making his second cup of coffee. “What are you up to today?”

I held out the bottle of Windex. “Windowsill cleaning!”

“You’re right! It’s time to start opening the windows and getting some fresh air in here!” He poured his coffee and leaned against the counter as I reached over the sink and opened the window.

“Yuck!” There was a thick coat of dirt filled with tiny dead bugs. “How’d they all get in here?”

I sprayed the Windex and began wiping the spider webs off the screens. “Oh my gosh, this is more disgusting then usual!” Once I got that cleaned off I closed the window and began cleaning the inside of it.

“Aren’t you going to clean the outside of the window?” he asked.

“It’s still a little chilly out.” I began wiping it with a paper towel.

Steven reached over and opened the window, pulled the two tabs at the top, releasing it from the frame and tipping it towards me. “Here you go.”

I looked at it for a minute. “Oh, yeah. I forgot they did that.”

“See, now you can wash the whole window and not just the sills.”

“Yeah.” I said with very little enthusiasm.

“Oh, come on. It won’t take you very long and just think how great you’ll feel once it’s done!”

I began spraying the outside of the window then switched to the paper towels when our son, Alex came in the room. “Morning!” he said walking around me to get a mug from the cabinet. “Wow! What made you want to tackle that job today?”

I looked over at him while he poured himself some coffee. “I don’t know if you noticed or not, but these windows have been awful for weeks.”

Alex looked over at Steven with a look I couldn’t figure out.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Alex said then put his cup down on the counter. “Why don’t I unload the dishwasher for you.”

I looked over at Steven who started to laugh. “Okay, what so funny?” I asked.

“You don’t know if we noticed or not?” he pointed to the front picture window. “You can barely see out of it, it’s so dirty!”

I looked around the corner into the living room. He was right the window was pretty bad. “Wow! You’re right. I wonder why I never noticed?”

“We were wondering the same thing!” Steven said.

“We?” I looked over at Alex who had just taken some glasses from the top rack.

He shook his head as he put the glasses in the cabinet. “Let’s not get me in this one, okay?”

I looked back at Steven. “You know either one of you could have washed them yourselves if it was bothering you so much.”

Steven looked at Alex. “It wasn’t bothering me that much.” He shrugged his shoulders. “How about you?”

Alex took the plates out of the dishwasher. “Still not wanting to get in this one.”

I opened the back glass door to spray some Windex on that. I looked at the siding. “You know the whole house could use a good power-washing.” I popped my head back in the door. “Steven?”

Alex looked at me as he closed the dishwasher door. “He went that way.” he pointed down the hallway. “Maybe he didn’t hear you?” Alex shrugged his shoulders.

I had to laugh. “Sure. Let’s go with that.”

It was a rainy Sunday morning and I was laying on the couch looking out the window. “Are you still sick?” my son Alex asked as he came into the room.

I pointed to the box of tissues, can of Lysol, chap stick, saline spray and giant bottle of hand sanitizer that were lined up on the coffee table.“Yeah.” I sighed. “I can’t seem to get rid of this cold.” I reached over to the bottle of hand sanitizer and pumped some into my hand. Quickly rubbing them together before picking up the television remote. “You want to watch Sunday Morning with me?”

“But you’re sick.” Alex just stood next to the couch.

“I know, but that doesn’t stop me from watching TV.” I moved over on the couch to make room for him.

He just stared at the couch.

“Oh, geez!” I picked up the can on Lysol and sprayed where I’d been sitting. “How’s that?”

Alex just shook his head as he walked over to the chair on the other side of the coffee table. “Sorry but I’ll sit over here. I really don’t want what you have.”

“Fine.” I turned the television on. “Did you have breakfast yet?”

Alex had settled into the chair. “No, not yet.”

“I was thinking about making pork roll, egg and cheese. Do you want one?”

Alex looked over at me. “Sure! That sounds great!”

I went over to the sink and washed my hands before going back to the stove. “Can you put the English muffins in the toaster for me?”

“Sure.” He went over to the cabinet while I leaned over to grab a fork from the drawer. He turned around quickly and I was a few inches from him. “Whoa…don’t want to get too close, you’re sick you know.”

I rolled my eyes. “It amazes me that you guys treat me like I have the plague, won’t get anywhere near me, but none of you seem to mind that I cook your food!”

“That’s totally different.” Alex argued.

“Really?” I had to laugh. “How?”

“Well, you’ve had this cold for a week.”

“Yeah?”

“So none of us wants to cook for ourselves for a whole week!”

“Are you serious?” I put the pork roll into the pan.

“Yup.” He put the English muffins in the toaster and pushed the button down before turning to face me. “I figure you wash your hands, the food is cooked, it’s all good.”

“You do know I’m breathing while I cook the food.”

“Yeah, but that’s where the ‘We don’t want to cook for ourselves’ comes in.”

“Time to change the clocks!” I sang as I walked into the living room. “Tick, tick, tick, tick tock!” I’d just finished cleaning the kitchen from dinner and could see my son Alex was laying on the couch, looking out the window. I went over to him and gave him a quick kiss on the top of his head. “Now you sing!”

Alex slowly shook his head. “Nope, not going to happen.”

“Oh, come on! It’s an echo song.” I started to sing again. “Spring ahead, Fall back.”

Alex started to laugh. “Where did you learn that song?”

“In music class with my preschooler’s.” I went over to the table where a small clock was sitting. I picked it up and turned it around so I could remove the back. “I should probably change the battery at the same time.” I pulled the battery out and went to the kitchen to get a new one from the drawer. Coming back to the living room, with my new battery, Alex sat up from the couch. “Aren’t you changing the clocks a little early? I thought we changed them on Saturday night?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I like to get a head start on these things.” I turned the hands an hour ahead. “Besides the television cable box clock will change on it’s own so I’ll be able to see the real time for the next day.”

Alex looked confused. “It’s not like we have a lot of clocks.”

“Well, actually I’m just really anxious to get this whole Spring thing going and I thought moving some of the clocks ahead early would make me feel better.” I set the clock down and looked over at the cable box. “See. It’s already working!” I pointed out the window as the sun was setting. “It’s 5:50 now but Sunday night it will be closer to 7 when the sun sets!” I looked over at him and smiled. “Doesn’t that just make your day!”

Alex laughed. “I don’t know if I’d say it made my day but, I get why you’re excited.”

“Just think, it a few short weeks we’ll be sitting on the back porch watching the hummingbirds chase each other away from the feeders!”

Alex laughed. “I do kind of miss them.”

I looked out the front window at all the bare branches on the trees. “Pretty soon it will be nothing but green when you look outside! Our chipmunks will be scurrying around the bird feeders, dragonflies will be zipping across the lawn!” I sighed and closed my eyes as I pictured the scene I’d just created.

I opened my eyes and Alex was standing next to me looking out the window. I gave him a little nudge with my arm. “Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

We watched as a few stray leaves blew across the lawn. “It does.” he sighed. “But you know they’re calling for snow next weekend?”

“I hate you.” I whispered under my breath.

Alex laughed. “Just trying to keep you in reality.” he patted me on the shoulder as he went to his room. “It’s still only March!” he called.