Leaves left

When the sun wakes up in the morning and the wee drops of water glint like diamods in the tree branches,
When the rain clouds are dissected by light,
The soil still smells of bygone days.
I run with the dog, play with the cat and spend too much time cooking.
Is this called holidays?

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