Daylight savoring

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The backyard has a siren song these days.

It's repetitive and seductive, promising an intoxicating mix of sunshine and shade, bird songs and critter-spottings.

It teases us with 80-degree air and spring flora.

It flaunts verdant sprouts. It spits in the face of winter.

The allure is impossible for us to ignore.

So we don't.

We embrace it in spite of the calendar.

And it suits us fine.