
While watching the Masters this weekend, I had a rather odd experience. When the commentators were quite and the golfers were getting ready to swing the club, I could hear the birds sing. They were birds from home. Yes, I hear birds in the city. But these birds have a different song then the ones from home. Hearing the birds took me home for a moment. There were azaleas in bloom. An occasional Dogwood could be seen. Pine trees were everywhere. The smell of spring came rushing into my memory along with the warmth of the sun as it shined down. I could just picture my self at home on our screen porch watching the Masters.........