In the apple tree the robin calls the morning sun, trills and arpeggios stir from the old tree, broken at time by the sound of a disgruntled squirrel yelling at the cat on the porch... beneath it all the low hum of insects with their rhythmic cadence rising and falling every few seconds... the symphony of the morning calling me to sit and listen... namaste

Curtains rustle in the breeze, cool night air pours through the open windows, the heat that is promised has yet to arrive, this luxury of cool air is savoured... namaste

Sunrise is a little later each day, the eastern sky glows red this morning, the wispy clouds deep pink along their eastern edges with deep blue trailing behind, the sky fades to the most pastel colour as I gaze from west to east, the deep dark blue giving way through light hues, highlighting the clouds caught in the light... the wind is absent, so unusual in itself, this morning’s symphony of birdsong has the distant gulls adding their melodic line with the call of the crows... late summer sunrise... namaste

Cool morning air greets me, heavy dew across the grass, heavy dew across the windows, wet feet as I walk to the barn, the songs of the birds dancing in the air, the low whiny that greets me, grateful I did not sleep in... late July mornings how I will miss you in December... namaste

Sometimes we all need little reminders....

The summer storm comes quickly, rain pours from the sky, gutters flood as water overflows the downspouts, everyone seeks dry shelter, the winds whip cold air down with the rain, a brief respite from the heat, a break in the humidity... as quickly as it began it ends, birdsong marches the rain off, and the sun breaks from behind the clouds... such a marvellous summer day... namaste

Sleeping in, the sound of the tractors in the fields wakes me, farmers cutting late hay and early grain, their steady engines coming down the road, the slow rumbling of diesels, the birds singing back and forth, the cat pawing at my hair to wake me up, lingering just a bit in the cool morning breeze, letting the day slowly start... namaste

The howling wind has slowed, leaf and branch litter the pasture, the horses are quieter in the calm, the sound of chewing hay and gentle sighs fill the barn this morning, lounging in the hay the barn cat stretches out, a few moments rest before she returns to mouse duty... morning on the farm, such simple pleasures... namaste

Gusting winds shift the curtains, cool air moving across the bed, wind chimes singing their constantly shifting tune, sleep lingers, encouraging me to shake off my responsibilities and enjoy these moments a little longer, to relish the breeze, the cool, the song... in the distance I hear a horse whiny and I know my morning begins... namaste

Clouds scuttle a cross the sky, driven by the southern wind, fluffy and white against the robin’s egg blue, in the trees there is the voice of the wind roaring like waves breaking on the shoreline, rising and falling but never ceasing, back and forth the birds sing their greetings, each note added to this morning’s symphony, and in the east the sunrise has cleared the tree line, and with it the warmth of the day has started... ordinary beauty, always present if I have the clarity to notice... namaste