Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word
~ Eleanor Farjeon
I woke up to a beautiful morning. It wasn’t cold last night, so we slept with the window open a bit. There’s just something about an open window that makes sleep better.
After I let Willow out earlier, she wanted to go back to bed, so we did. When I awoke the second time, there was a slight breeze coming in the window. The birds were singing.
Pockets was laying on my arm, kneading and purring like cats tend to do. Willow was down around our feet, quietly breathing. Scuba man was beside me doing the same.
It feels like a spring morning, although it’s a false spring. It seems too early for spring to have arrived for good. I’m sure cold weather will be back soon.
But for now, I’m going to enjoy the beautiful weather, my wonderful little family, the daffodils coming up in my garden, and the sweet-smelling breeze.