A Glorious Morning

I was having my cup of coffee outside, I walked to within sight of the bird feeders I have in the back to see if I needed to fill them at some point today. I was noticing the fall colors in the trees and shrubs. It was so quiet, not even a breeze. The feeders were full of little finches of various kinds. The wild turkey chicks were calling to their mamas. The stelar jays were calling to each other and playing in the bushes. The sun was just coming over the hill, the sky a brilliant blue. It was on the chilly side so I had built a fire in the house stove. The smell of woodsmoke mingling with the smell of the dew on the grass. I sat on the steps of the porch and absorbed this glorious morning, so fresh and unmarred by humanity.

Before today my husband and I had been throwing around the idea of moving to town (we live in the mountains). I never liked the idea but now I will tell him about this morning and confirm it. We are not moving. It was mornings like this that we moved here for. A sanctuary, a true blessing that we could afford such a place. It's now paid for in full, ours and the only way I'm leaving this place is in a pine box at the end of this life's journey.