Nature's Breakfast

Morning comes as it penetrates the darkness of the night. 

The silence is broken by a chirp that doesn’t seem to belong, and then it is followed by a melody of notes that seems to be written just for me. It awakens my soul, and I pick up my head to see the tranquil prisms of sun light weave their way through the morning mist. The air is still, unruffled and is not ready to stir. The morning dew seems to comfort the foliage and make it hard for it to awake. 

But then the illumination of light places it’s hands on the dewy grass, uncovers it, and lets it know that it is time rejuvenate everything that is on its plate. 

It is natures breakfast that it makes. There is a certain scent in the air that lets me know that breakfast is ready for me to partake. It is a unique fragrance that only morning brings. No spoon or coffee cup needs to be used to fill the void that has been created by the night.

I am ready for nature’s morning meal. All I have to do is smile and be happy with what I have
on my plate.

Happiness is in the Air

    When the last confused snowflakes hit the ground

they have no chance to linger now that Spring is around.

Even though the sky is gray, and there is a ting of coolness in the air, there is a new warm melody that penetrated the ground the other day. 

          The birds are singing a new tune as they wing their way in the sky. The emerald grass below holds the warmth from the other day, and that is why the snow flakes will have no chance to play. 

     So have your last dance my little snow flakes, because it is someone else who will take your place. 

Now it is time for the blades of grass to rumba out of the ground, and the buds finally waltz their way out of the limbs of the naked, boney trees. Even I whistle a new tune today. 

            Happiness is in the air!

I am so grateful to the author who created the notes of Spring, for without them nature would not have the
rhythm to perform this unique dance again and again.

Nectar in the Air

    When I see a butterfly I feel like I am 10 years old again. It reminds me of sultry days and nothing to do except chase fluttering angel like wings that helped create my happy days.

  The wind seemed to    set a tempo for a dance that the butterfly      would do before it hovered and rested on a  flower to enjoy life’s sweet nectar of the day.

    The beauty and grace of these colorful wings seemed to only rest when they came together and prayed. It only lasted for a moment, so it must have only said, “Amen”  it then continued on to the next flower and said Amen again. 

    I have always thought butterflies were happiness that danced in the air, but now I realize there is more. There is a special nectar for me in everyday, and I should put my hands together and pray. 
Amen!

Prime Time

    There is a juncture in everyones life when time has a special name. I call time friend.

I used to think time was an enemy and I could not wait for the years to pass. I thought time would make things better, and not be held captive in my dreams that I thought would not last. 

    I was in a hurry to go nowhere fast, the dreams that I thought were so important were only there to make time pass.

   Now I call time a friend because of what it has given me; happiness beyond my youthful dreams, a life that is warmed by my grandchildren’s smiles and my timeless wife. 

   Everyday when I wake up I remember to say good morning to my best friend, TIME. 

Christmas Gift

   Where are you Santa, where have you gone? I think you left me way too soon. You made the days leading to Christmas exciting, and left me beaming on Christmas day.

   When was the last time I saw you Santa, I don’t remember anymore. I have been looking for you for many a year and I thought I would never see you anymore. 

  


 Christmas has always been a special day and baby Jesus always has been part of this wonderful day. It is His birthday and I will never forget, but somehow Santa you had slipped away.

   It took many years but I have finally seen you once again. I have been blessed with four remarkable gifts, they are my grandchildren; Max, Griffin, Morgan, and Isla. They have given me an opportunity to see you Santa once more. 

Winter Coat

    Looking out my patio door and watching the season change  makes me feel like I am helping mother nature turn the page of the calendar to a new seasons delight.

    The trees and bushes have been preparing for a transition for almost a month. They have shed their leaves and are awaiting a new winter cover. The moment has come and I see the first thread of snow start to weave a special winter coat.

The limbs of the trees seem to be reaching to the heavens so they can be dressed first, even though all foliage soon will be covered in bridal white. 

    The earth that lies so calmly below awaits a new cover of silky snow. It's patience is soon rewarded with a new ivory colored cloak that starts to cover the turf below.
                                                                          The shapes that lie on the ground seem to be magnified and have a special glow. 

  
  The squirrels that seemed so quick before, now are only able to hop and create button holes in the cotton like covered ground. 



The furry tailed squirrels seem to be a little confused, but still they find a way to scamper up a friendly trunk and find their camouflaged nest.

  The birds that chirped so loudly                                the other day,

are muffled by the insulation that now covers the tranquil ground.




It is a placid resonance that makes you feel safe and sound.

I am not that easily impressed with winter's magical twist. Every season creates its own tailor-made gift, but winter is the only one that wraps it in white.

Summer Leaves

   There is a tickle in the air and there is a special message that is spelled out as the multicolored leaves tumble to the not so colorful ground. The memo that is left is something that I really dread. I have read this story many times before and the plot always starts out great but it does not take long to dissipate.

   The vibrant colors seem to be splashed everywhere, and the scent of the leaves in the chilled air make you feel alive! Oh, but this does not last long. The colors that were once dancing on the ground now have turned into mucky brown. The air that seemed to bring the essence of a new day now seems to have lost its way.

   All the trees seem to be standing in disbelief and wondering why they had to lose even one leaf. Their hands outstretched with nothing more to give and all they can do is to stand there naked in a confused state. A few remaining nuts plummet to the ground and look like the last tear drops before they hit the ground. The nests that were camouflaged by leaves are now exposed and seem to be dangling as though they were ornaments on a christmas tree. 

   Why does Nature strip the foliage from many trees while others remain fully dressed? It’s not something we can fight, but somehow Nature will make it right. 

   It doesn’t take long to forget what Nature has done, and we look forward to the day when the trees finally transform. The wait seems forever but the reward is great. We are awarded Nature’s greatest gift: the rebirth of what we thought was lost.