The Early Birds Catch The Miracles.

I wanted desperately to stay in bed on this holiday morning. No one had to work today, so  last night was partay time.  Splurged  on TV and dessert and stayed up past my bed time.   I was hoping Pops was going to volunteer to get up to do the animals.   Puulleeease??  I peeled myself from the sheets and waddled to the door.  Old people waddle.  I am a waddler.  Everything all creaky and rusty.  At least I didn’t get resentful for something he didn’t even know I was thinking.  I am good at that. Resenting him for things he is unaware of.

Boy, I was glad I got up.  Little baby bluebirds fluttering everywhere I looked.   3 or 4 of our bird houses have had babies very recently and they are all making their way into the world.  They were strutting their stuff.  Watching them fly is like watching the gem, Lapis, flying through the air.  I ran in to get my camera to capture this wonder but, of course, they were done showing  off.

It seems my senses are heightened when I have my camera around my neck.

Our weather has been so wet.  Mushrooms abound.  Pops was going to throw some in a pan last week to sautee.  I said, uh, no thank you.  I think people die eating certain mushrooms.   They are a plenty however.

Early morning walk with some of the peeps:

It is really worth getting up early to just smell earthly scents.  It is all so rich and inviting right now.  When I walk out in the early morning hours, it is almost as if I am sneaking into another world where they have their own gig goin’ on.  I consider myself lucky to be witness  of it before the day takes over their world.

Try venturing outside with your camera.  It may help you see and hear more than usual like it did me.

As I sit and write, I hear fireworks from afar.  Too bad I am too tired to go see.  Got up too early.

I pray you are having a safe and wonderful holiday.

God bless,

Karen