Thursday, October 11, 2012

Mornings!

Do not shorten the morning by getting up late;
look upon it as the quintessence of life,
as to a certain extent sacred.
          Arthur Schopenhauer


A light frost covers the ground but the warmth of the sun starts to melt it and I watch as the beads of water drip down the windows of the truck. There is certainly a chill in the air but the wood fire keeps the house cozy. The sun peeks through the branches of the Black Walnut trees casting shadows on the long grass, which needs to be cut and is smothering the nuts that have fallen. I watch as a Grey Squirrel runs with one of those nuts in its mouth heading for a hiding spot for the long winter ahead. I can see the white puffs of smoke float to the ground and drift across the lawn carried by the brisk wind that is blowing. A dark shadow from the clouds covers my book sitting on the table and creeps onto the plates of breakfast we are enjoying. My vision is fully consumed as I listen to our plans for the day floating through the air from My Hero’s lips. He jumps up to see a Great Blue Heron fly past the window and land in the pond behind. I love these mornings we get to share together.

After this leisurely breakfast and after the plans of the day have been set, My Hero heads out to do his thing while I go to the sink to tackle those dishes.  The water runs over the dishes and I am hypnotized by the bubbles floating to the top, I lift my head to glance out the window when something catches my eye and I turn off the water and run to grab my keys, my sweatshirt, and my camera. I slip on my rubber boots sitting by the door and dart out of the house in my red and blue cow pajamas.


 I drive through the field and park I walk through the wet grass past the few bales of hay still sitting in the field and head to the tree line. The sunbeams and shadows are dancing off those multi-coloured leaves, while the leaves dance in the wind. I can hear the leaves after being yanked off the branches by the wind flutter to the ground and hitting the leaves still struggling desperately to hold on. A very gentle easily missed sound if you are not listening. The silence of this early morning makes hearing it easy. They land on the ground under the tree near the rail fence in a fence line that has been ignored for many a year.

I take my time walking with my head down and I notice how the dew droplets settle on the curled brown leaves. Those huge Maple leaves bring memories of my childhood and ironing them with my Mom between two pieces of wax paper to preserve them forever. I think of how I used to do this with my girls when they were young. I hope those memories stay with them as mine have with me.


I head back to the house and park just in time to see My Hero with a load of firewood that has to be thrown in the house. I grab some gloves from the tractor and help. It is always easier to share these tasks. I finish and head back to that now cold water sink full of dirty dishes. I pull the plug and start all over again. 

There is a time for everything but you must choose your priorities and take advantage of those early morning moments. There will always be dishes in the sink but the leaves will be gone before I know it.

I love those mornings that will have me singing all day. Don’t you?

Later

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34 comments:

  1. This should have been a poem rather than prose B!

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  2. Wow buttons that is so beautifully said!! I have so much blog catching up to do~ your writings are wonderful!! Ive tried to comment several times but my iphone won't do the dishes or let me post a comment after i write it~ which is usually the best time to post it!! Miss you~ fondly~ Rain :)

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  3. Hi, I'm Anne from Life on the Funny Farm (http://annesfunnyfarm.blogspot.com) visiting from the Rural Journal.

    Ahhh....
    OK, I'm relaxed now, after reading this. Beautiful!

    Anyway, it’s nice to "meet" you. I hope you can pop over to my blog and say hi sometime if you get the chance.

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  4. Maybe I should iron leaves with my boys.

    Of course you have red and blue cow pjs! (You know I have bear pjs, don't you?)

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  5. early morning IS the best time of day. And you do have to capture the leaves - the sights, the aromas, the sounds - before they are gone for another year.

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  6. I love these Autumn days. Lovely photos. Hope you have an enjoyable day.

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  7. Oh, there is something about the sound of wind in the leaves that never gets old. Never.

    The leaves here are just starting to change. A lovely time of year.

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  8. Wonderful photography and I agree ~ the mornings are the best ~ didn't always think that ~ LOL ~ (A Creative Harbor)

    Thanks for coming by and commenting ^_^

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  9. Ugh to the sink full of dirty dishes- I would always rather be out walking in the woods.

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  10. You certainly know how to live in the moment, Buttons! The dishes will always wait...and I'm glad to hear that you had a leisurely breakfast! :)

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  11. Beautiful description of an 'Autumn' morning. Love your inspirational stories of 'Life on the Farm', Buttons..

    Sending many hugs your way..
    Auntie M :)

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  12. a beautiful morning, indeed.

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  13. I do love the crisp mornings of fall with the thought of a warm afternoon sun. I too love singing although most people don't appreciate my singing. LOL

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  14. Thanks for sharing your morning with us....you've instilled a peaceful feeling in me.

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  15. Beautifully written ! Your right the dishes can wait when there is a photo opp on a lovely morning ! I am the same and yes I to rush out in my sheep pajamas just to capture nature early in the mornings ! Have a wonderful day !

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  16. I'm loving all the colors on the trees. I just don't like when they fall off and leave the tree naked.

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  17. I love these Autumn shots as we head into Spring.

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  18. Gosh, I so want to be a morning person. But here it is, 10:15am, and I'm still in my gown. Even after 1 or 2 cups of joe, I still can't get my motor running until after lunch. I love how you wrote about your morning and the photos that went along with it!

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  19. Mornings are awesome. You could start a novel with how well you describe everything, Buttons! You draw the reader in very easily:)

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  20. Lovely! I really do enjoy early mornings. If I get to spend them with my sweetie, all the better :)

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  21. Your word picture is a work of art. Put me right there with you. Even got a little chilly from the frosty air. Thanks for opening my eyes to the importance of just observing. Your priorities are right on.

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  22. I agree -- the dishes can wait. Water is cheap. :)

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  23. Well, I wouldn't say that I enjoy mornings, but the dogs do have to be walked, and I warm up to the idea after a few minutes...
    I thought I was the only one who walked the dogs in my nightie! Of course, I have to have jeans and a jacket over it now that we are having frost...

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  24. I loved your story. I was entranced. I was pulled in by your account. Thank you.

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  25. Nice slice of life. Happy 10-11-12♫♪

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  26. Lovely shots again today! I enjoyed "our" walk. Thanks! :)

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  27. Great Pictures!! We have had frost here in Pennsylvania for 3 mornings in a row. Cold up here in these hills.

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  28. Rubber boots, and red and blue cow pajamas? I wish I'd had MY camera;)

    Sounds like a lovely, lovely morning!! I love them too:)

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  29. Good days are meant to be shared ;)

    although days from hell are easier to bear when shared LOL I am in Sundance, Wyoming working near Devils tower this weekend - and today we had a HARD day walking uphill in young aspen and hazel and service berry in melting snow that covers a rocky terrain...I have bruises up and down my legs and Dexter is snoring... Mr. Forestman is promising easier cruising tomorrow!!

    I love your descriptive detailed writing - i could actually smell the heated soap bubbles in the sink...:)

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  30. Lovely thoughts and lovely photos!

    I wish I could do mornings better. I've never been a morning person but with chronic illness, my mornings are even worse as I don't sleep well.

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