This morning I took my coffee to the front porch to enjoy the soft morning breeze before the humidity kicks in. The wildflowers are all but spent, easily mistaken for tall, gangly weeds at this point, but the birds love this little patch of tall seeds, and because of them, so do I.
Soon enough obligations and responsibilities will have my focus, but not yet. First, let me sit with my strong coffee and listen to the songs of the birds and frogs, grateful for this new day. Let me be happy in the company of a sweet finch enjoying her breakfast just off the porch. It is a good morning.
May we all have opportunities to spend peaceful moments in lovely places with comfortable company.
Hello, Tuesday. It’s good to be here.