I sit on the steps outside watching morning. Big thunder heads — their tails — make sunrise into glory light, while birds sing, a coon walks by, and Spitty Kitty races for the house, hoping she’ll convince me to feed her an early breakfast.
I get up early. Usually around 3:30, 4:00 AM. I love morning. Mom said I was always a “morning child,” tough on a mom who still likes to stay up all night, then sleep till noon. I used to drive her nuts, creeping down the stairs at daybreak’s faintest glimmer. Hubs is like that too. He groans when, waking, I bounce up, throwing the covers, treading nimbly off the bed to dash for coffee and fresh air — even fresher than that coming in through wide open windows all around the house. Gawd, I love the morning!
Okay, so the wind has come up — storms overhead, and what do I hear? One of those stupid dirt and leaf blowers people use to sweep their driveways and lawns clean of dust and debris…only to have the swirling gusts of wind drop more onto their oh so precious concrete driveways. Talk about stupid. I swear, some people have this fetish with antiseptic clean…even outside. They should go live in a hermetically sealed fruit jar. That’s where they belong. All of them.