I may be a red neck

 As I was doing some chores outside yesterday, I felt inspired and several sentences, words and ideas popped into my head. When I went back inside, I grabbed pen and paper and here's what I got down. 1st draft.

I may be a redneck

The sun is beginning its evening descent. I feel a soft breeze on my bare arms. It is the middle of March and I am just now taking down the Christmas lights from the porch railing. The pungent odor of a neighbor's cigarette is carried on the breeze and assaults my senses. Being eight months pregnant, every smell, taste and feeling is intensified. 

Strings of twinkle lights in an array of colors are laying in organized heaps on the deck box. Faded garland comes down next. I jump to pull the last of it down from the porch column. I feel my swollen belly bounce and it pulls at my overstretched tendons. A groan escapes my lips and I sit heavily on the deck box to rest and catch my breath.

The setting sun is in my eyes. I look away and notice the tiny new buds on my snapdragons. Tomorrow I will prep my flower bed-raking out leaves and removing dead foliage- if I have enough energy.

The neighbor boys, there are many of them gathered next door, are running around shirtless, tackling each other and yelling juvenile insults. Though it is fairly warm this evening, the temperature is scarcely high enough to warrant the removal of clothing. They've been so wild since their mother died-may she rest in peace.

I have caught my breath and notice the half full bag of soda cans on the porch next to the railing. I am inspired. I gather all the cans from inside the deck box, the cans that the kids and I have collected on our many walks. 

Combining them all I have two garbage bags full. I will need to take them out to the shed. It can wait. I set the bags on top of the deck box. It would be good to have one more bag full before I take them to the recycling center. The money we earn will go into our Disneyland fund. 

The sun moves further down, just resting between the big tree and the neighbor's roof line. The Christmas lights are down, the soda cans are organized. Time to make dinner.