Tuesday, April 24, 2012
The Start of My Day
Blue sky, crisp morning air, French music, accompanied by bird song. The scents of a single red rose, mixed with lavender, and rosemary greeting my nose. Coffee and toast. Tranquility...time for my thoughts. Gratitude for having time to enjoy life and for our sweet grand-daughters continued improvement. A deep appreciation for so many things in my life. Family, friends, land to grow gardens, natures beauty and of course reading.
Simple things. Now, admittedly, I love pretty things, like fine china, silver for the table, linens that have details in them leave you in awe of their creator. I love good music, good literature and pretty stationary. I love roses and lace and the laughter of children playing. Each morning, I try to make time, usually takes just a few minutes, to surround myself with pretty things after Emery has gone off to work. It sets the tone for the entire day, as if every morning I got out of the right side of the bed. As if every morning I affirm that I am worth a bit of the extra effort it takes to settle into a few moments of serenity. 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...