Nothing quite says spring as the scent of fresh tilled soil.
As sunshine drenched the southern tip of the Key Peninsula, my lovely bride and I stepped out to the garden with trowels in hand.
“What a gorgeous day to be outside,” she said.
The birds agreed in a riotous chorus. The goofy golden doodle found a spot in the sun on the corner of our deck. Life is good — as it should be.
At the end of the afternoon my lovely bride whipped out a platter of snacks — sliced avocados and apples, Swiss cheese, and hard-cooked eggs — that we enjoyed with pints of Cascadian Dark Ale from 7 Seas Brewing in Gig Harbor.
We watched impatient aluminum-hulled boats zip down Drayton’s Passage — racing to a favored fishing spot, I’m sure. Sailboats lazily motored down the shipping channel, sails tucked in with seemingly no care in the world. Kayakers paddled up to the exposed sand bar as the tide went out. The sunshine beaming down on all of us.
The blessing of another sublime Saturday in our little nook of God’s country.
Happy Easter Longbranch.