There is a time in late Summer mornings when the sounds and sights and scents are intoxicating. When the sun peaks through the masque of shattered shade and illuminates tenacious Impatiens, the effect is stunning! Multi-colored threads of spiderwebs glisten in the dappled sunlight like oil in puddles of
Summer air.
Starlings gather in the treetops above to discuss the day's itinerary. In a whoosh of wingbeats they are on their way. Cicadas are chattering, dragon and damselflies begin their day and crickets are marking their metered music. Bullfrogs are quieting and settling in to their hollows and insects are hurrying by trying to
avoid them. Every living thing seems determined and purposeful as it begins the day.
The sweet scent of some unseen flowers mingles with the earthy smell of cedar and fresh-fallen leaves. I am overcome as my nose tries to sort them out. My lungs drawing in more and more as if I couldn't exhale and try again! Something green, something musty, floral, spicy- the incense of Nature.
There is a time in late Summer mornings when the breeze is delicious and the birds are too busy to be afraid of you. When you are "glowing" with the power of appreciation of the surrounding beauty, you pose no threat to them. This must be communicated to them because they are all instinct and senses we do not yet understand. Chickadees are chick-a-dee-dee-ing and Hummingbirds are humming their happy morning song. Even the yard bunny is otherwise engaged with her breakfast.
There's a coolness in the air before the sun takes over. Today the clouds are ever-changing pouffs of every possible cloudy hue. From brilliant white to deep blue-grey they billow and undulate as they hurry on their way. Are they going somewhere to wreak havoc and are we just not privy to the joke?
I allow the breeze to blow through me and clear the cobwebs out of my mind. In a peaceful moment such as this, one can gather one's thoughts and commune with whatever percieved Spirit dwells within. Perhaps we can hear the plan for our day whispered on the breeze or hidden in the chirps and chatters that fill the
early morning air.
There is a time in late Summer mornings when one can become enchanted by the launching of Life and the begining of a new day.
