Morning

There is something quieting about sitting on the porch and watching the morning creep in. The grays and blacks slowly turn to green, the birds wake and begin sharing their news with each other. My camera wants me to open the flash but I like the way the pictures I take are indistinct and fuzzy, very like how I see the world myself at 5:30 am. There is a light fog that adds to the mysteriousness of this early morning view.

After last night's storm the air feels soft and clean, and even a little chilly--a welcome change from the heat and humidity of yesterday. I am glad of that rain. We needed it. The ground was so dry it was cracking. Thankfully the rain did not come in a gullywasher, but in a good steady downfall that soaked in rather than ran off. The garden is well soaked, a blessing since we spent some hot and sweaty time out there getting more plants and seeds in the ground. We will not have the gardens we usually have this year; it's getting planted in a more haphazard way, and there might only be one instead of 3 or 4 plots. But there will be a garden and for that I am grateful.

The heat has brought on the green quickly. Dogwood didn't have much time to shine before it was hidden by the lush green of the larger trees, The garden flowers have been spectacular too; iris are just past their peak and the roses are beginning to open, as are the peonies and lilies. Sweet scents are everywhere, from my gardens to the heady locust and honeysuckle blooms.

My teacup is empty and it's time to make Larry's coffee. I hope your morning has started as gently and sweetly as mine.

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