a spring evening

I walked out of the barn tonight after the evening chores with two pockets full of eggs and a nearly full milk pail, as well as some much needed (all to myself) "barn time" after a less than wonderful week; looked up into the most perfect clear spring night sky, heard the soothing sound of the spring peepers, felt the kiss of a cool breeze on my cheek, took a deep breath and smiled. This is my favorite time of year and if I live to be 100 I'll only get to enjoy it 100 times, so I'm savoring each one.