Love to sit in the yard at dusk, doing nothing, emptying the mind so I can have space to soak it in with all my senses. It’s the most tender time of the day, watching the sky slowly darken, like the stage curtain lowering before switching to next scene. Solar lights flicker on one by one, like magic, the whole yard suddenly softens up, like a lullaby softly flowing in the air. Flowers seem to turn on their magic, coming back to life, whispering the spring melody.
An enchanting moment, celebrating the beginning of spring.