Lazy Day
One
fine day Mama woke up long after the alarm clock went off. “Today is
Lazy Day!” she declared.
So breakfast was berries and bananas, and nobody cooked.
We all left our bowls in the sink and went outside where there was plenty to look at.
For the rest of the morning we took it easy and did nothing but look.
Daddy looked at the shed that needed painting.
But nobody paints on Lazy Day. So he watched the squirrels instead.
They were scurrying around the yard looking for something good to eat.
Grandma looked at the weeds sprouting in her flower garden. But nobody pulls weeds on Lazy Day. So she watched the butterflies instead. They were dancing above the petunias.
Grandpa looked at his dusty red truck that needed
washing. But nobody washes trucks on Lazy Day. So he watched Mrs. Albert’s
pet duck chase the mail carrier and got quite a giggle.
Mama watched our cat stalking a sunbeam.
I watched the sky. Two ship-shaped clouds floated by.
Lazy Day lunch was a picnic in the backyard with chunks
of cheese and hunks of bread, and nobody cooked.
After lunch Mama felt like singing. So she did.
Daddy felt like smelling the roses. So he did.
Grandma felt like taking a nap.
Grandpa felt like taking off his shoes and
socks.
I felt like splashing in an old garden tub. So I did.
Dinner on Lazy Day
was cold leftovers on paper plates, and nobody cooked.
After
dinner there was plenty to entertain us. Fireflies and moonrise. Bats against
the starlight. Owls hooting. Crickets chirping. Bullfrogs croaking.
Neighbors waving and joking about us lazybones lolling in rocking chairs.
But
that’s how it is on Lazy Day.
You don’t have to do a thing.
You just have to be.
