words and pictures

Sitting with my back to the full length glass door,  with the warm morning sun gently seeping across  the tinkling brook at the bottom of  our garden and gliding gently across the trees lawn and patio. 

 Birds wake their friends with notes piercing the air, bees stop to dally over a breakfast of sun warmed nectar and I wait in  expectation of  what's to come.

Dandilions in the mossy lawn begin to lift and raise ther closed faces to the sun, worms wriggle up in the boarders; through the heated earth.

 Insects tentatively show themselves,  basking in the warmed dew. Very  gently the wind ruffles the ornamental grasses , rustles the leaves and loosens the blossom;  that was holding on precariously to the edges of the gnarled aged apple tree .

Looking out across the brook,  into the  buttercup strewn field  beyound  our home, rabbits bounce as if they leapt from Beatrix Potters pages and all i can hear is nature. 

But for the sound of  an early riser whistling his way to work, you wouldn't have thought that any other human had woke. 

Heat spread through the glass magnified ten fold as it caressed me, I turned  facing the room; allowing the warmth to seep in to my bones.

To-day has started well, it is worth getting up before the day begins. While husbands sleep and smile and snuggle down for a few more minutes , to feel the awakening of a fresh unplanned day and see the beginings of my borrowed piece of time. To-day will be a good day for muse and dreams.