Start at the beginning. That's well-heeded advice - most of the time - but not today for me - I m starting in the middle - now - Im not beginning with an explanation of why this blog is mis-named or why its been set up for so long and my mind set has locked out written expression. No - I'll do that another time - or not. Im starting with sentimets of this day.
I've enjoyed the most marvelous July morning - a lovely summer morning with morning sun shadows and a much coveted breeze - a gentle easy breeze - the sight and sound of nature - birds wings in flight - crazy squirrels chattin - my uglg ( and I do mean ugly) humpbacked resident rabbit - and a lagnape - the sweet fragrance of a hosta bloom - the initial bloom a limelight hydrangea - and last but not least, the progress of a phallic shaped eggplant (wouldn't you know the first one i ever grew would take on that personification) ah, what a sense of humor mother nature has.
the morning was enhanced tremendously by the fact that I feel like a kid out of school on summer vacation - I am writing this in my nightgown - I have no earth shattering responsibilties this morning - I have as usual taken my morning coffee on the porch in this wonderful "hand-me-down" wicker chair that my neighbor was going to discard. Silly man - if he only knew the pleasures ive seen and enjoyed in that chair sittin next to my front door (Ive held grandchildren for stories, observed erotic squirrel behavior, scolded at wrens who want to live in my house with me, perched coffee cups and wine glasses on the broad arms - pondered infinite thoughts ,etc) So it was fitting that be my perch this morning for reading - i don't usually read in the morning - but I reveling in treasure for $1.00 entitled "Endangered Pleasures" - so i aptly partook of an endangered pleasure - i read in the gentle summer morning on my front porch in my nightgown and of all things, relaxed with the concept.
then i dived in a little deepr to joy and treated myself to a lively, engaging, wonderful conversation with my friend Annie -- this is a blessing in itself - if you only knew Annie Talking with Annie is enlilghtening and always brings about discovery and reassurance.
Pushing my luck of being on such a "high" i plunged into a bowl of cereal with blueberris AND peaches and let summer tickle my tongue - i dined at my front yard table with the ants from an aged bouquet (I think it was the altheas that they love to picnic with)
now, the smell of bacon is permating my little cottage house and its waiting on that fat homegrown tomato to "do the sandwich shuffle with"
the sun is rising high - the sky scene from the window in my bookroom is already that of a noon day scene - the bird's song is sparcer - and i have my list to check off - but ill carry out daily duties in a heightened sense because of the pleasure of the morning i have logged and the anticipation of what other earthly pleasures are in store for me before the midnight hour converts this summer day to the next one.
