I live for these days. The days when a breeze roars through the backdoor,
when the honeysuckle stretches and begins to knot and curl again,
when the smell of a neighbor's bar-be-cue wafts over the fence, along with Mike Shannon's voice calling the Cardinal's pitches,
When the irises are the gem of the garden,
when the boys take to the dirt and bugs again (and I have to watch for Liam's asthma and allergies),
and when the afternoon winds down and grows silent as tired boys sleep.
This is one of my favorite times of the year.