Abundance
that feeling: when you’re
content in your surroundings
nothing is desired
Labor Day weekend
no place to go, relaxing
slippered feet propped up
Mississippi roast
in the slow cooker, dinner
ready at seven
three dogs chewing treats
from rescue to royalty
spoiled in every way
husband on the Deere
out mowing the funny farm
smell of fresh-cut grass
comfortable chair
reading a series of books
fragrant candle glows
afternoon sunlight
hazy beams stream through windows
can time just stand still?
Common Threads 