How I wish the weather was warm,
gentle breezes float about and give your face soft caresses
busy bees fly from flower to flower, collecting honey;

People take advantage of the warm weather and breezes to canoe and sail
along the shores of Lake Ponchatrain.

Young families pack picnics for lunch in the sunny parks giving their little toddlers time to soak up the warmth of the sun

and try out their novice legs on the carpet of green grass before their loving parent’s, whom are rapt with joy and laughter.







For these are the days that matter.