Am going to attempt to continue this blog I started long ago. It might be sporadic but I have found, writing is good for the soul, so...
It is 5:57 am. I am on the couch with one dog snuggled up next to me and the other snoring at the other end. It would be so easy to shut my eyes and join them but, today is a working day so I will slug my coffee and get on with it.
Peepers are announcing the arrival of the morn. Such a sweet sound that I have enjoyed since childhood. I guess you have to be a country person
to appreciate a peeper concert. Those of us who did grow our wings in the rural surroundings are the ones who always comment and smile when they have heard the peepers rally from amidst the last cold of winter. It makes me have stronger bonds with the earth and instills thoughts that "hope SPRINGS eternal". I even crack the window open at night when it is still a little chilly. just so I can drift off to dreamland with the sound of the peepers in my ears.
Song birds are abound filling the air with their sweet music as well. I have heard a few warblers but haven't gotten up in the woods to check out their identities. Their chords sway in the pine trees in the front of our property but they remain a mysterious traveler because I can not locate them.
Oh to end the trek I make every day to the working world. I long for the days when time is my own and I can explore every bird call I hear, follow every fish ripple on the pond and head to the woods with my dogs as my guides.
"My" spring is now becoming my autumn quickly. I have to pluck every joyful moment I can.
Song birds are abound filling the air with their sweet music as well. I have heard a few warblers but haven't gotten up in the woods to check out their identities. Their chords sway in the pine trees in the front of our property but they remain a mysterious traveler because I can not locate them.
Oh to end the trek I make every day to the working world. I long for the days when time is my own and I can explore every bird call I hear, follow every fish ripple on the pond and head to the woods with my dogs as my guides.
"My" spring is now becoming my autumn quickly. I have to pluck every joyful moment I can.
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