A perfect spring day.

Waking up  to a soft slow rain on the cabin roof  – mist on the mountain-tops. Taking coffee to the porch – birds sing greetings, treetops alive with joy – deer emerge, curious, tentative – delicate steps, watch you watching them. Bacon – hot, crisp – toast, butter, jam – smells of morning in the cool air. Sun peeking thru the trees, mosaic, light and dark. Boots, walking stick – exploring. Waterfall roaring, creek dancing across stones, clear, sweet water – smells of nature. Wildflowers carpet sunny glades, perfume the air calling hummingbirds, butterflies to feast.

Pack a basket, wine, cheese, bread, fruit from the farmer’s market. Grab a red canoe – floating, quiet, shhhh …. see the fox and kits playing in the shallows. Find a special spot, yours alone – spread a feast, lie back and watch the clouds rush by, not you. No rush here, now. Dozing under a tree lulled by water music until discovered by a crow, then 2 then 3 – their spot invaded they complain – Gulliver comes to mind – laugh at them, with them. Leave them to their eden – travel on down the river  still smiling.

On the ridge – the edge of twilight. Colors light the clouds – orange, red – then pink and purple. Silhouettes against a rising moon. Steaks sizzling on the grill, strawberries sweet and lush, a toast. Find a sweater, walking in the starlight, not far – fireflies winking, a heron wades in the pond – splashing. Frogs converse – a turkey calls a reply – look a shooting star! Sleep calls – softly – a good tired, so quiet, a cool breeze, a soft blanket…. the day is done.