Make My Day

Hearing Clay's Harley rumbling up the road was enough to make my day.  Bessie's tail started thumping before he rounded the drive.  He came up to share his last day of vacation and to watch the NASCAR race.  We did watch the race, but mostly we talked.  He laughed at my pool, saying it looked a lot bigger in the photo.  Bess is an outrageous flirt with men, batting her big brown eyes and wiggling like a teenage girl, and Clay is one of her favorites.  She really gave him the business, and he couldn't resist.  Dinner was simple but filling, and food always tastes better in good company.  It's such fun to introduce others to the delicious sunflower shoots that Kellan adds to the salad bag.  They have texture and rich flavor unlike anything else.  It would be worth growing sunflowers for the tiny plants alone.  After dinner and the finish of the race, we went out at sundown to put the critters to bed.  Bats swooped and flitted in the dusk.  A nearly full moon was out, bright enough to make shadows as soon as the sun dropped.  It would make for a beautiful nighttime motorcycle ride.

It was a good day.