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Woke up this morning luxuriantly in the chill of a dawn rainfall. Everything is new and green. The finch nestling is squeeking. Birdsong is rampant. Someone outside is whistling. Both dogs have been walked and I think I'll take myself out to breakfast. Solitary camping is as-of-yet still undecided.
Sometimes the weekend comes just at the right time.
I am feeling grateful for raindrops on my banana plant leaves, red-headed birds shaking their feathers at the feeder, tired walked-out dogs, cooling air, my blue candle burning in the dimness of the room, fried potatoes, chamomile blooms, flowering clover, a blue vase of sunflowers, new postcards, quiet, cardigans on chilled arms, salt on hard boiled eggs, warm moccasins, jersey skirts, red raspberries and old worn paperbacks.
Sometimes the weekend comes just at the right time.
I am feeling grateful for raindrops on my banana plant leaves, red-headed birds shaking their feathers at the feeder, tired walked-out dogs, cooling air, my blue candle burning in the dimness of the room, fried potatoes, chamomile blooms, flowering clover, a blue vase of sunflowers, new postcards, quiet, cardigans on chilled arms, salt on hard boiled eggs, warm moccasins, jersey skirts, red raspberries and old worn paperbacks.
3 comments:
your list mimics some of my own. oh to spend the afternoon with you, chatting and quietly reading and having tea. i think i'd like that. :) have a lovely saturday!
I'm grateful for the rain as well. Love your style.
So glad I stumbled upon your blog!
- S from Following the Walkers
brittany ~ that woud be fun :) hope you're enjoying your weekend!
stevie ~ thank you! :)
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