The sun was a radiant orange-pink ball rising in the sky when Bea opened the back door. The dew was still on the grass and the birds were almost in a chatter there were so many congregated around the feeders. Bea noticed one of the feeders was empty, so she filled it, which appeased the chorus for a moment. The mosquitos were too laden with moisture to launch an assault, so Bea stood on the back porch, admiring the paradise she was blessed enough to live in. It was a miracle that the overlords hadn’t yet found a way to tax and license nature’s magnificence.
A lyric from a Jimi Hendrix song filled Bea’s heart and she begin so hum to the tune.