“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

3.31.2010

Good Morning


A windy morning, but calmer now; I open the door and it blows hard, I close the door and it stops. A cardinal in the yard is happy with the newly mowed lawn, those weeds above gone, easier for him to find food. A few sprigs of wisteria have bloomed, a pale lavender, as if their color has been lessened by that last late snow, and the forsythia is mostly green now, a few yellow roses over the once-was-Mary's porch the only spots of color against the landscape, greener now than a week ago, leaves sprouting everywhere, grass livening up at last. As I type this, however, the sun streaks across the front yard, and if I were painting this bit of my morning, I would only need yellow, it is that bright, yellow lines laid across the green, and yellow on the backside and sides of the hackberry leaves. There is a bird in the backyard singing - I still haven't learned which song belongs to which bird, but this is a familiar one - and few cars pass by; the morning is still quiet. Those stripes of sunlight have now widened, moving into the street, warming the bricks. The day begins.

good morning

7 comments:

  1. that was my morning, too...
    and actually one of those birds had gotten a little too noisy lately....maybe it's mating time :)

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  2. uplifting!

    i wish i knew birdsong. i try to learn but i don't think i have a keen enough ear.

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  3. beautiful. I totally adore yellow. especially the yellow of sunlight.

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  4. such a picture you painted...i think i smelled hope. and a smile...

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  5. it's surreal to read of your melodic, sunlit morning as I sit in my own dark one. yours sounds much nicer!

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  6. i do like the calm inside the house...watching the blooms dance in the breeze here

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  7. i am dreaming of wisteria. take a picture for me?

    and yes, i'm going back. fingers crossed and stars aligning, i leave the 7th. what can i bring back for you?

    xoxo

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