Sometimes a morning comes so perfectly into form.
The wind blows away the remaining mist of the night and the birds sing a chorus to welcome the rising sun. A frog keeps time; sending ripples across his tiny pond and the water fountain trickles across the courtyard. The rose ambles up the trellis towards her lover, the sun. She is collecting her first kiss of the day.
Finches sing out like a group of silly schoolgirls, telling stories in hurried chatter and bursts of laughter. The Robins walk slowly over the green, looking for their babies breakfast. A hummingbird feeder stands red and ready for the tiny squadrons who will hover and drink before visiting the basket of pansies and returning again to feed. To and fro, to and fro.
Trees sit like shade umbrellas between velvet blankets of Spring green and birdhouses are strung between them like Japanese lanterns. The swing calls out for a visitor to linger here a while and watch the morning lights turn up as the sun adjusts the dial.
Maggie and I could not imagine a better way - or place to sit in appreciation of the special blessing God gives us - and a country morning really is a special blessing.
Hope you all have a great start to the week!
xoxo,
Bug
The wind blows away the remaining mist of the night and the birds sing a chorus to welcome the rising sun. A frog keeps time; sending ripples across his tiny pond and the water fountain trickles across the courtyard. The rose ambles up the trellis towards her lover, the sun. She is collecting her first kiss of the day.
Finches sing out like a group of silly schoolgirls, telling stories in hurried chatter and bursts of laughter. The Robins walk slowly over the green, looking for their babies breakfast. A hummingbird feeder stands red and ready for the tiny squadrons who will hover and drink before visiting the basket of pansies and returning again to feed. To and fro, to and fro.
Trees sit like shade umbrellas between velvet blankets of Spring green and birdhouses are strung between them like Japanese lanterns. The swing calls out for a visitor to linger here a while and watch the morning lights turn up as the sun adjusts the dial.
Maggie and I could not imagine a better way - or place to sit in appreciation of the special blessing God gives us - and a country morning really is a special blessing.
Hope you all have a great start to the week!
xoxo,
Bug
3 comments:
"she is collecting her first kiss of the day..." LOVE IT. :)
Did you have a good weekend, mellissa?
What a beautiful post. You certainly have a way of painting the most beautiful picture. I hope you had a wonderful start to your week too!
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