“And I should mention the light
which falls through the big windows this time of day
italicizing everything it touches...”
― Billy Collins, Ballistics
I wake early, like I do most mornings. Lying in bed, I listen to the birds out the window and allow myself to fall back to sleep.
I wake two hours later.
My morning chores don’t get done, and the garden, with its fresh new seedlings calls to me. But instead I drink my coffee, take photos of my breakfast,
and come to this familiar place, to write a few words.
Nothing earth shaking, nothing out of the ordinary, but something I do a few times each week to keep my balance.
from the garden this mornig
After all these years of blogging, I no longer question the why.