So Much Depends on Tuesday

We walked the perimeter of our yard and smelled the warm air and noticed every detail of this landscape we inhabit. We sat beside the chicken coop and in small fields of dandelions. I tossed you up in the air under the apple tree. We sat in the glider where the peach tree resists its blossom. We looked at each other in the shade. We looked at each other in the sun. I took your picture by the rhubarb patch. I saw you seeing bees and leaves and pine needles. The goats tried to get out attention. The barn stood near to us, a stripped, stained red. We walked the perimeter of the yard and came back into our house.