Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Breakfast on the porch with Emery, cherry Clafoutis hot from the oven. Cappuchino for me and a bowl of 10 grain cereal for Emery. We watched the morning clouds race across the sky, with the sun playing peek a boo. Two baby Downy Woodpeckers practiced climbing up and down the black walnut tree and trying to do some pecking at the tree trunk. Easy conversation. Silent moments, never awkward because after all these years we can practically read each others minds. Cardinals and Blue Jays squawking at one another. A flock of Cow Birds take up residence in the dead part of the old Cotton wood tree. More work done in the garden before breakfast. A sense of satisfaction that the day has started out so right. Life is good.
It is a silent sort of morning, sitting next to the wood stove in my rocker, watching the birds outside my windo...