The
Blessing of Early Morning
“Be
pleasant until ten o'clock in the morning and the rest of the day
will take care of itself.”
Elbert
Hubbard
As
I've said before, I am a morning person. This time of year, the sun
is up well before six, and I bring my cup of coffee and my laptop to
the porch to write. As I sit here now, a million birds are singing, a
freight train is rattling the tracks, low-whistling in the cleft
under the viaducts down town, the sun is breaking through low, puffy
clouds and all is well with the world. I know people to whom one does
not speak until eleven, because they so hate this time of day it
makes them mean and snappy. I believe they are alien creatures from
some dark planet light-years away. How can you not love morning?
Liza
loves it too. She patrols the porch corner to corner, looking for
chipmunk action. She's a little put out with me at the moment because
I had her legs trimmed of their funky-fur. She had become a walking
dust mop, coming in every day with a load of oak flowers and leaves
which were deposited throughout the house over the course of the day.
She looks embarrassingly naked with bare legs.
My
porch sits about 16 feet off the ground, even with the first branches
of surrounding trees. Yesterday morning, a squirrel jumped out of a tree on one
side, ran across the porch and leaped into the tree on the other side
right under Liza's nose. She was so shocked she couldn't even react
dogishly. She looked at me wide-eyed as if to say, “What the....!”
I wondered whether the squirrels have devised a new game called
'flummox the dog,' as a break from 'can you get across the street
before the car flattens you.' Squirrels are the Evel Knievels of the
animal kingdom.
Morning
is the most blessed time of day. I hope wherever you are this
morning, you are up, watching the glorious sunrise, and listening to
the symphony of birdsong. Start your day this way, and I guarantee
that the rest of it will go much better. In the words of Jeb
Dickerson, “Morning is when the wick is lit. The flame ignited, the
day delighted with heat and light, we start the fight for something
more than before.”
In
the spirit,
Jane
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