The best part of the day is early morning. Coffee in hand I stumble outside no matter the weather to watch Gods day unfold. With a dog at my side and a cat on my lap I sit in silence and listen.
The giant tree in the back yard sings with the wind and the avocado tree is spilling its fruit much to the delight of Maggie, our blind Labrador mix. She would root out every avocado with her heightened senses eating them all until she popped if left to her own devices. Misty, the wire hair terrier, is happier to just sit by my side, on the other hand. Henry the tuxedo rescue cat sits on my lap getting his morning lovies until I decide to move.
It is at this time that I thank God for this day, say my prayers and just wonder at the beauty of nature. The diverse song of the mocking bird is the opening music for the day. Soon the brightly colored finches make their entrance and flit around the bushes that are blooming in the crazy California winter. Soon the hummers are joining in and drinking deeply from the few birds of paradise that have forgotten that the weather could hit a cold snap at any moment.
I can sit here for hours, and in this morning ritual I forget about any pain I might be feeling; and I thank God for another day to wonder at his works.
The giant tree in the back yard sings with the wind and the avocado tree is spilling its fruit much to the delight of Maggie, our blind Labrador mix. She would root out every avocado with her heightened senses eating them all until she popped if left to her own devices. Misty, the wire hair terrier, is happier to just sit by my side, on the other hand. Henry the tuxedo rescue cat sits on my lap getting his morning lovies until I decide to move.
It is at this time that I thank God for this day, say my prayers and just wonder at the beauty of nature. The diverse song of the mocking bird is the opening music for the day. Soon the brightly colored finches make their entrance and flit around the bushes that are blooming in the crazy California winter. Soon the hummers are joining in and drinking deeply from the few birds of paradise that have forgotten that the weather could hit a cold snap at any moment.
I can sit here for hours, and in this morning ritual I forget about any pain I might be feeling; and I thank God for another day to wonder at his works.
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