It is now 6:30 in the morning and I have been up for half an hour. I was awakened by the intermittent rushing noise outside, which I, at first, thought was a distant motor boat out in the bay with its sound carried by the wind. Instead I discovered it was the sound of the newly green trees waving their open flags in the first rays of the sun as gusts of wind pushed them down in arching bows.
The daughter, her husband, Xman and hubby are all still snuggled away in their beds missing the beauty of this morning. Yesterday's gentle soaking rains have cleansed the air of all softness. The morning sun is sharp, the leaves are kelly green, the bark and branches are crisp in the shadows and the sky is scattered with leftover racing clouds still dressed in their early morning gray and pink and lavender nightgowns.
Even the birds are dashing to the feeders instead of gliding.
My 6-month pregnant daughter now waddles down the stairs in blurry-eyed search of a cup of milk for Xman. I offer her coffee, but she is not ready and will return to bed and snuggle with Xman while he gets his early morning sustenance.
All are missing this magic time. This is my sustenance.
(Go here http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=849146694200968214&hl=en to see why these mornings are precious...thanks to Robert Brady for the resource.)
You are like my mother, who never missed an opportunity to greet the first light of day, usually in her housecoat, sitting on the front porch with a cup of coffee.
ReplyDeleteTabor, I'm so glad you take the time to notice the beauty around you. The sights through your eyes makes wonderful prose.
ReplyDeleteSounds as if you are having fun. Heck with the rest of them...
ReplyDeleteOur magical times nourish us, I am so glad you can appreciate them and enjoy them too. (off to follow Robert's link - he is such a great writer. I think I found you via him all that time ago!)
ReplyDeleteThis is the second site that has given me the plight of the poor Canadian farmer. Very good story (but also sad).
ReplyDeleteThe notion of missing out on early mornings and sunrises is unthinkable.
ReplyDeleteWhen my children were youngsters, early mornings were the only times when there was any peace and stillness in the house, and I have cherished these times ever since: the high clear light, early sunshine filtering through the trees and birdsong - there is food for thought in these early moments and nourishment to sustain us all through the day, whatever the day will bring.
I LOVED this post, Tabor.
A wonderful post. I love the early morning, but these days the sun is up by 4:47, and I just can't get up that early. With another six weeks to go till we get the longest day of the year, my eyes cross at the thought of it.
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