the opening up and the fresh turned page of habit. welcoming the day by clearing my mind. a fresh slate to take in what is to come.
i thought i'd make something and share a recipe with all the fresh strawberries we've been eating, or at least snap a photo of the red ripe glorious things. nope, all too quickly sliced and down the hatch. i can't wait for saturday's market . . .
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the fog has settled in over us this morning left with stellar jays dancing through the trees. without knowing today's prompt i found myself chasing the light yesterday morning. realizing i have done that for the past several mornings. the light was dancing through the trees, the promise of another 'hot one.' in the cool of the morning the light has been drawing me in waking me gently before each new day. as hours passed we found ourselves seeking shade, the refuge of the cool library, water to dip our feet in. the light has been strong.
this morning, this week (not knowing what the weather has in store) find, create, be the light.
loving this early strawberry harvest, but it seems they keep disappearing before we can make them into jam.
ReplyDeletehaving the windows open now means loving the morning light coming in and the birds singing me awake, hope our dreaded heat stays away long enough to enjoy it for a bit