Monday, March 26, 2007

Singing Just for Me

This has all the makings of a dry spring. My black truck is now an odd puke green from all the pollen. We started last week to move forward with planting but I'm glad now we didn't because it would probably have been a wasted effort. We did that one year and all the seed had to be replanted in late April. Jilda and I will do a rain dance tomorrow to see if we can't rustle up a cloud or two.
I was doing yoga this morning before daylight when I heard the sound of a Cardinal outside ( I thought for a moment that it was on the music CD to which I was listening, but when I walked out on the deck I could tell the redbird was in a tree at the edge of the yard singing away to its sleepy audience. Off in the distance I could also hear a Whip-o-will.
I do my best thinking in the early morning hours. No phone, no office chatter, just soft ambient music and the sound of my breath.
I usually return all my correspondence before I have my first cup of coffee. I plot out my planned activities for the day and go through the list of things for which I am thankful.
This morning, in addition to my normal list, I'm thankful for a Cardinal with insomnia who, as Bob Dylan writes, "Is singing just for me."

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