When it comes to morning, I’m not a get up and go kind of girl. No, I’d rather ease into the day, gather my thoughts and have a couple of hours of quiet time.
This time of year no place is better for that than the screened porch.
With a first cup of coffee and a few books, I settle in to take notice of the new day.
Sometimes it is so quiet I hear nothing but the fountain gurgling, but it doesn’t stay that way for long.
Soon the doves are cooing, and I listen wondering what it is they are saying to one another. Overhead I hear the sound of an airplane and I imagine the people aboard and wonder where and why they are going. There is the occasional whir of a helicopter, a possible indicator of a life flight or a news crew heading to cover breaking news. Cars pass by and I can tell by their speed how much of a hurry the driver is in.
All those sounds are familiar. What is new is the miracle of spring.
Every day buds turn to leaves or flowers
and butterflies begin gathering nectar for what I hope will be delicious honey.
All around me is color, none more beautiful than the azaleas bursting with it, and I want to take as much in as possible because they won’t be here too long.
As each new day begins, I welcome it with appreciation and there is little that can interrupt my morning time which sets the tone for the rest of the day.
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