I finally made it to the front porch for my early morning musing-writing. It warmed up yesterday and today supposed to get to mid-70’s before a squall line comes through with a cold front behind.
Although I dislike the warm-muggy weather that precedes the cold fronts, it is like life…without a few bumps in the road, without a few valleys, without the storm clouds…we couldn’t fully appreciate smooth road, the mountain top, the sunny day.
So, I sit here on this balmy morning that I know will turn into a warm and humid morning and enjoy the uncomfortableness. Dirty gray clouds are scudding across the sky - very low and very thin - so thin that white clouds and blue sky are visible beyond. Occasionally the wind whips up and covers up the normal sounds of the morning birds, frogs and roosters crowing - yes, there are 3 or 4 roosters in the vicinity and they get up earlier than I do! After the noisy gust, it gets very quiet and still. Karl is laying on the lawn in front of the front porch - not sleeping - watching, listening, sniffing the air in the wind. It is Sunday morning so none of the go to work, go to school activity on the road.
Oh jeez - Sunday morning!!! MAJOR breakfast day! …oh, I cook breakfast every morning…the most important meal of the day, ya’ know. And since I work from home and the man is retired we have a leisurely breakfast every morning. No matter, something still special about Sunday morning breakfast - so time to get in the kitchen and get to it!
It is full light now anyway and magical changing of night to day - black, white and gray to full color - it’s done for the morning. And just like breakfast which happens every day, I never get tired of watching the change of light in the morning - a million, zillion nuances of light, color, clouds and sounds.
“This is the day which the Lord hath made. We will rejoice and be glad in it”. Psalms 118:24
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