May 29, 2014

Life Lately: The joy of a quiet morning


The sky was already light when James and I awoke.  The air was still brisk and the grass damp as I pulled on my boots to go check on my little garden, and James' squirming stopped after we stepped out the door because he just loves being outside.  My steps left a dark path through the grass as we trekked down to our little plot.  It was a gorgeous morning.

We stopped by the strawberries and rhododendrons to lick and feel the leaves.  (James did the licking.)  While I thinned the bush beans, James patted and swung at my shoulder, and the grass clung to my boots.  It was a productive morning.

The wood grain shone with new life on our freshly power-washed porch.  I was sipping tea from a mug and reading these words...

     "The grasslands of the wilderness overflow; the hills are clothed with gladness.  The meadows are
       covered with flocks and the valleys are mantled with grain; they shout for joy and sing."
It was a fresh morning.

The starlings were out and chasing each other across the yard.  Their calls to each other rang out in the stillness.  It was a quiet morning.

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