The wind is gentle in the trees beyond my back fence.

The long grass that didn’t get whacked by Girl bends and waves.  It beckons to the dogs.  Expect urps later?

The Girls, the two Dutch Bantam chickens, wander through their run, soft talk from one, from both as they hunt bugs and scratch.

Rogue sunbeam hit a few cats.  Sprawled in warmth, they twitch and dream with feet and whiskers dancing to music they only hear.

Big dogs wait for Minions to come home.  Sad faces, sad eyes, no wait, it’s just the way they are.  See the tails wag when spoken too?  They have the lazies and who can blame them when sun is toasting their toes?

Alien Love Child, the papillion puppy, is curled up in her bed, still but for the soft rise and fall of her chest as she sleeps.  The sedatives kick her small ass when her focus is not strong.  Dreams and sighs of what she thinks she is doing.  I know those dreams.  Ears upright, tail flagged straight, she’s running with the grace of her breed as she heads to the Girls.  Or around the Boys lazing in the sunny grass issuing come get me as she slows before them.

All that is needed is a nice glider/rocker for the back porch, a bit of shade and no damn mosquitoes trying to drain me.

Ah, yes, sunny days when the urge to be lazy outside only equals the size of welts later that night.

Who took my bug repellent?