On the front porch an hour before daylight, I sit with the first cup of hot coffee of the day. Off to the west a storm is brewing and I watch a continuous flashes of lightning like some cosmic artillery barrage. The air is still and heavy with the pending rain and I breath deeply the fragrance of the surrounding forest.
I finish my coffee as the lightning marches ever closer to the ranch. Suddenly the stillness is disturbed as the storm winds reach us and bends the giant oaks as if they were twigs and the rain begins to fall in thick sheets. The lightning and thunder are now overhead and the storm attacks the land with the fierceness of an invading army.
I remain in my chair and soak in the wild beauty of the pre-dawn storm as it rolls over and then past us, leaving in its wake a gentle, slow and steady rain that promises to last most of the day. I exalt in the power and beauty of the storm and the gentle reassurance of the rain that stayed behind.
As dawn lightens the the gray skies, announcing the coming day I take my now empty cup and head back inside the house. The storm is one of the small joys I try to find every day in my life here in the country. It brings rain the farmers need for that second cutting of hay. It refreshes the crops as well as the soul.
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Small joys here?
Morning light shining on the garden flowers, walking in bare feet around in the dewy grass for the first hour of day (a new thing this summer -- feeling the ground with my feet, being outside and greeting the day, countering all the computer time later).
Sometimes stretching, sometimes puttering, sometimes just standing, walking around, chatting with animals, birds, soaking in the new rays of the day...
then come in for tea and a read....and here you are. : )
I felt I was almost sitting on your porch watching the storms. This could make a great start to a piece of fiction.
Great idea for an open call!
I remember the coffee cups one evening were filled with beer, wine, and raw milk.
There was a gathering of my son, daughter-in-law. a few outlaw good Neighbors.
I noticed Lewis.
He watched leaf.
Leaves fluttered.
He changed my life.
I tune to simple joys.
You see cloud woman.
They are often naked.
I will go gaze pronto.
Yup.
Amish say Yup Yup.
Such Simple Joys.
Nudes in sky. Yup.
I remember the coffee cups one evening were filled with beer, wine, and raw milk.
There was a gathering of my son, daughter-in-law. a few outlaw good Neighbors.
I noticed Lewis.
He watched leaf.
Leaves fluttered.
He changed my life.
I tune to simple joys.
You see cloud woman.
They are often naked.
I will go gaze pronto.
Yup.
Amish say Yup Yup.
Such Simple Joys.
Nudes in sky. Yup.
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&-=+ we email nude?
slow comment no go.
Try 3 X's - It a zoo.
See yellow pelican.
It fly naked a`bye.
&
try four times too?
&= See Tonto fly.
He pissed @ Kerry.
No scalp for mulla.
I have to admit that though I am not quite the early riser as some, I do enjoy sitting here in the kitchen at my computer -- which I have set up so I can look out the window towards where my garden usually is-- and watch morning and nature pass. It doesn't get much better than that.
Write on and you know I will keep reading.
Thank you,