It was only thirty feet from porch to the street sidewalk, but, oh, how the front yard made me want to linger!  The sparrows that I heard from my parents’ bedroom at the front of the house in the early morning, dart back and forth in the yard, land in the red maple, call their friends to join them.

“Come see the beautiful flowers, feel the sun upon them, the grass so green, the purple irises nod to me, the rose petals are blushing,” they seem to sing.

 

Note:  The Rose photo is courtesy of my sister, Barb.  Today, a rosebush thrives in her yard, from a cutting of Babcia’s rosebushes, (our Polish grandmother).