The world is Mine

While yesterday my brain was not working, today it won't sleep. My hubby had to go to work at 5:30 am...my son had a river trip that he left for at 6 am, and I am surrounded by a quiet house with everyone else sleeping. I tried to go back to sleep, (read yesterday's blog if you wonder why) but it wouldn't come. I sat outside for a moment, enjoying the quiet semi-coolness of the morning, and remembered again how much I love my back yard.

It's not a wildly manicured thing - in fact, it's a little wild - but that's how I like it. It's green...one would hardly know we live in an arid climate, but there you have it. If I don't look past the grass, I don't worry about the weeds in the garden or the tall (rapidly turning brown) grass behind that. I gaze at the large flowing willow tree and the green foliage of the Day lilies and just breath a little easier.

In the midst of my paradise the kittens wander through the yard and a neighbors rooster announces it's morning, even though the sun hasn't really lightened the sky yet. It's enough to make me glad to be alive.