Morning

Leaves of mint and tiny lavender blossoms greet me. Mother Nature’s creatures hustle and bustle about busily singing, foraging, gathering and feeding their young.

Pink roses are winding down from their spectacular burst, putting energy into new growth. Daring blackberry canes jut forward and upward as blossoms wilt into green fruit. So far the blueberries are firm and green. And within a few weeks will ripen and feed the birds. If I’m quick we’ll have a few too.

Man-made perches under our home’s eves have become adorned with two Robin’s nests; one on a floodlight and the other precariously crafted in the crotch between the top of an open window and the side of the house. Mamas busily feed the hatchlings, too young to fly.

A breeze that’s still cool rustles the alder and willow leaves. By the time the sun swings around to where it shines over the river, heat will chase me inside.

But for now the porch is shaded, making a lovely spot to take in bees and hummingbirds buzzing by. A new batch of strawberry lemonade is chilling in the fridge and tea-monade is my morning brew.

About mariner2mother

I'm a mother of a creative 19 year old son, a former merchant ship's deck officer, and a wife. To feed my creative side I take photos. I am also Reiki attuned and am a student of Energy Healing, having used several healing modalities to work on myself and my family. My most recent adventure has me navigating a very challenging Kundalini Awakening.
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5 Responses to Morning

  1. Ah life dear lady, such a wonderful place to be 😀❤️🙏🏽

  2. Priti says:

    Beautifully written! Yes mother nature’s creation is excellent 😊👍

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