Grimy Window

Last night I sat outside on a lawn chair watching Harry and Rachel spray themselves with the hose, I had a thought: I am living the good life! We live on two acres in the middle of the desert, and I love the desert. We sit out on our back patio in the evenings sipping wine or coronas with lime and watch the mountains change color as the sun hits them in different ways. Birds fly over, one particular kind always coming in pairs, calling to each other with cooing sounds, circling in a dance around our trees. As the kids run around riding their bikes or spraying themselves with the hose if it is warm, my husband and I have leisurely conversations about everything and nothing.

Yes, life is good.