a mr. flanagan kind of day...

While I was growing up, we lived directly across the street from a house with a small porch.  There was a big tree in front of the house that gave privacy to anyone who wanted to sit in the single chair that was always out there in the warmer weather.  I remember Mr. Flanagan (he always seemed "old" to me) sitting out there on a day like today.  A day with light rain...  birds chattering... and, the scent of plants, dirt, water... life...  :-)