Showing posts with label morning in the mountains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label morning in the mountains. Show all posts

Friday, July 18, 2014

Morning in the Mountains...

Morning in the Mountains


I have been getting up very early all summer long. It is 
so cool and fresh in the morning. The views have been breath taking. I feel like someone has reached out with a huge eraser and wiped off yesterday. It is as if today is the only day there is. Such a strange feeling.

The Mountains in the morning are so incredible. They have mists and fog. Moments of sunshine streaking through and this beautiful blue aura everywhere. Very mystical.

I love to get up, grab a tea and my camera and take off. Sometimes to the river or the parkway, other times 
wherever the mist leads me. Then home for a bite to eat 
and work outside before the heat sets in. My yard is beginning to take shape. Much to do to get it where I want it. Like everything, it is a slow process.

This year is the first year I have been home for any 
amount of time. I have missed my birds and wild animal friends from the beach house. Having bird feeders here is virtually impossible with the bears that haunt my neighborhood. I have put up thistle feeders as the bears 
do not like thistle. Most of all, I have missed my owl. After almost ten years leaving her was the hardest.

Wednesday morning I woke up very early, before dawn. I prepared my tea, took a quick shower and as I was getting dressed I heard a familiar cry. A hawk. I moved to my 
front window. There on my yard were several hawks. Lots of keening. I grabbed my camera, keys and tea and went to the driveway.

Flying from the large oak tree in my front yard across the street to my neighbors large maple were a family of hawks. Mom and Dad teaching their youngsters to fly. What a sight. As I looked up into my Oak tree I realized their nest was there. The universe has given me a family of hawks. 

I am so clueless sometimes. The rabbit leg left on my sidewalk, the entrails in my flower bed, the dead rabbit parts in my grass. I thought we must have coyotes, instead a family of hawks feeding their young. I forgot a basic rule, look up! As I listen to the hawks call each other, watch them fly from tree to tree in my yard. I thank the universe for this gift.