Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Morning sweetness

The little fluffy personalities are back.  I heard them first thing this morning when I woke up.  My bedroom window is open except in the hottest and coldest weather so I can usually hear who's up and about, whether it's coyotes, the hummingbirds engaging in their constant wars, the sparrows, the towhees, the goats picking through the flattened blackberry patch (yay goats!) one of our hawks, geese with their strangely mournful cries flying overhead, the soothing voices of content cattle, horses galloping like fools around the pasture, dogs barking at evil bicyclists or people walking up the road or horses going by or sanitation employees stealing our garbage or the mailman or the bunny nibbling in the veggie patch, or rain (and the scent that comes with it) or rushing wind making music with the leaves of thousands of trees, or the simple quiet of first morning light as I wake from a dream.

3 comments:

Kami said...

BTW, I wrote a poem about that post:

Opening

My bedroom window is open
except in the hot or cold
I wake up to everything

Gleeful, greedy coyotes,
the hummingbirds at war,
the sparrows
the towhees,
the goats picking through a crisp, flattened blackberry patch
a victorious hawk,
geese in a chorus of longing,
the soothing voices of content cattle,
horses galloping like fools around the pasture,
dogs barking at sweating, gasping bicyclists
or people walking up the road
or horses going by
or sanitation employees stealing our garbage
or the mailman
or the bunny nibbling in the veggie patch

I wake to rain
and the scent that comes with it
or rushing wind making music with the leaves of thousands of trees, or the simple quiet of first morning light
as I wake from a dream.

Things that puzzle this other goddess.... said...

Love the photo of the birdies!

Kami said...

Aren't they tweet?

They're all fluffed up because we had a chilly morning. In July. Almost August. I wore long pants and thought about bringing a sweater with me to today's write-in. But, at least it rained a bit. The baby birdies won't be happy, but this way the trees will get much needed moisture and we won't have to lower the water table to keep our veggies alive.