Words on Wednesday

  She sat on the patio in the early, silent morning, sipping her tea and contemplating the summer day ahead of her.  There was much she wanted to do, but as usual, she had more ideas than time or money.  The sun began to top the ridge of mountains, and she scrunched her eyes to look up in the trees as a bird began to sing of its arrival.  The tapestry of leaves overhead began to wake with the song of welcome as more birds joined in the chorus.

  A small hare squeezed through the fence to nibble at the broccoli stems she had put out the night before, and she was grateful that Charlie was still sleeping in the house.  The baby didn't realize how lucky it was since her dog would have chased and probably caught it before it could escape through the fence.

  Yesterday's mail had brought a new catalog of flowers and she'd already circled more than two dozen that she wanted to add to the small yard.  The weekend prior she had used some of the slate pieces abandoned in the adjoining yard to make a clear-cut path in the garden, and her legs and back reminded her that she was not as young and limber as her mind continued to think she was.

  She smiled as she remembered something someone had once told her, "You are only as old as you think you are."  Today, she decided, she was going to be 20 again.

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