Up and out at 6:30, and making time just to stand and appreciate the beauty of this morning. Despite all the troubles in the land, just here, just now, is perfect.
Hardly a breath of air, and the dawn clouds are a tender, puffy blue-grey coverlet over the sky. The lazy cooing of woodpigeons, crows cawing, the clucking of the pheasant, the twittering of the small birds in the garden; a counterpoint to the stockman calling in the cows down the valley, and the gentle lowing of beef cows calling to their calves.
I am so lucky.
And Happy Birthday, Usksider. This post's for you.

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07/08/07 @ 07:59