Front porch seat, hot coffee, springlike breeze blowing summer flower scents through the sprinklety showers and downpours, goldfinches, cardinals, and a tiny little gray bird playing peekaboo from the hollies and oaks.
Seems like my weekend “to do” list has just been rewritten.
Hello, Saturday. It’s good to be here.
An ancient book of prayers, a not so old mandolin, and a hot cup of fresh coffee. It was among these things that I greeted this Tuesday morning. I could play the strings, but to do so would interrupt the morning chorus from the resident birds.
Perhaps another day I would attempt to play along, but not today. Today is the 93rd anniversary of my father’s birth, and I’m almost certain, if he was still here, he would set the mandolin down as well and opt for the back porch seat to the natural morning music
If I could share one scene from my day today with you all, it would be from the morning drive. Just off Snow Camp Road is a field full of green young leaves.
Maybe soybeans, maybe sorghum, beautiful and lush regardless. It’s not my usual route anymore, so I try to go a bit slower and take in the scenery a bit more.
It was movement that caught my attention today. A lovely doe and her fawn were making their way across the field, basically playing as they bounced through the plants. There were no cars around so I stopped to watch a few seconds.
They weren’t rushing. They paid me no mind. They seemed to be simply enjoying the fresh, relatively cool morning air together.
Note to self: Play more in the summer morning air. Well done, Monday. Well done.
A little after 6:00 this morning I found myself a seat on the front steps.
Hot coffee in hand and a cool gentle breeze drifting in from the east, I welcomed the sunrise as it reached into this little corner of Snow Camp. Early light patterns in the tall oaks came first, then a brilliance that only happens when the first light pours onto yellow flowers.
A finch took a seat in the garden by the hollies, and for just a few moments the air seemed golden and filled with the perfume of wildflowers, oak leaves, and morning dew.
Welcome to Thursday, my friends. Y’all be safe out there and look after each other.
The sunset is enough. The sunset is always enough.
But this evening, accompanying this beautiful and peaceful scene is the distinct and wonderful aroma of freshly cut hay. It is a windows open, glass in hand, front row seat to the tree frog and crickets symphony, kind of evening.
And I am so grateful for every second.
Well done, Thursday. Well done!
Strong coffee, wild wildflowers, and a view of the sunrise playing a morning game of peekaboo through the wispy clouds and mist.
Welcome to the first Saturday of June 2018, my friends.
It’s good to be here!
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Evening rays of the setting sun are reaching through the western trees, falling between the leaves, painting brilliant patterns with lingering caresses of light.
Perhaps the sun will miss playing in the deep green of day, and the trees are wishing the sunlight would stay.
