My little island

This trio of palms tower over the fence from my neighbors yard. Sometimes I sit in my backyard and if I lean my head just right I can only see those trees framed by a gorgeous blue sky. I like to pretend that I am on a quiet beach somewhere listening to the waves crash while a breeze gently blows by. The sun warms my face and I am utterly alone.

Then some sort of screech interrupts my thoughtless moment and I think "Is it a bird?" Maybe a seagull has landed nearby. But no.

My children are fighting over a plastic rake.

And just like that, I am back in my yard.