|Wine and Roses|
|Pale Yellow and Delicate Pink|
|Poe and Snickerdoodles|
I greet him at the door with freshly baked snickerdoodles and a Valentine. Brats are in the oven and potatoes are frying up in the pan.
The whining dogs try to hop up to give us both kisses, reminding us that this is a day of love, a day that should be every day. Love is the highest law, the ultimate gift of giving of ourselves. Love is patient, love is kind. Love is a smile at a stranger, a hug for a friend.
Romance will soon begin on the pond once all the migratory birds flock this way in search of mating grounds. The bull-frogs will start up by April and by May their sonorous sounds will fill the evening air like bad tuba-players.
Love is on its way. But we can be kind to one another every day, beyond spring's promise of romance.
But tonight, it's just me and my Cupid...and a couple of dogs!