ah it’s not what you think like a great sit down prop my feet up take a snooze rest or not even a grab a book and sit quietly indulgently taking it in it’s not even a stare out the window pause for a wee bit and let my mind wander no this rest is in the yard taking up hoe and rake and shovel muddy boots and muddy gloves protecting my hands from the can’t-stay-indoors-one-more-minute call of the gardens to give them a touch mash with their winter turning to spring goodness and see what happens to the breath in my throat and the heat in my heart and the joy in my brain as I give thanks for yet other cold chilled gloomy winter survived and thrived and come out on the other side of with new eyes
runon: I rest
