The Pleasures of a Summer’s Day
The rays of an afternoon sun slip down through the magnolia tree, sliding over velvety leaves to land in bright yellow puddles beside the row of blue hydrangeas. Like long golden fingers they reach in through the windowpanes to paint waltzing light on the walls of the drowsy rooms. A wooden dog mannequin sports a newly knitted sweater, wearing a barely perceptible smile on his face. The bounty of the garden simmers on the stove. Fresh green beans. Fresh peas. Wicker trays sag under the weight of a just-picked harvest of cherry red tomatoes and fuzzy peaches. A serene angel sports a summer bow round her waist as she guards the entrance to the sleepy sitting room. A big white dog naps beneath the piano. A mockingbird sings a song from its perch in a chartreuse fern. Breezes blow in through an open window. A crystal vase rests atop a stack of new books, gently holding its treasure of fresh gardenias. Their fragrance fills the rooms.
A wind chime shudders, sending fairy music through the air.
Eyes close. Shoulders relax.
Such are the pleasures of a summer day.
Here at The House of Edward.