The Beauty of Morning

For twelve long years before becoming a B&B owner, I worked swingshift. My hours were 3 PM to 11 PM, and I got to sleep in as late as my little heart desired. Most days, it desired to sleep until noon. Maybe it's the getting older thing, or the responsibility of owning my own business, but my body can't do that anymore. 6 AM rolls around, and much as I try to force myself to go back to sleep, I can't do it.

So recently, I've tried to embrace the morning by going outside to work in the yard. I know that others have long ago realized that morning is the best time to have a few quiet moments to yourself. I've always been a bit slow to realize anything, and this is no exception. But the peace and beauty and sounds and light and smells in the morning are something to carry with you all day and help you get through anything thrown in your way. The birds and the squirrels have all been busy for hours, and while they don't appreciate my intrusion, I have work to do also. This morning it was weed pulling and putting in some Mexican Heather that my neighbor brought me (I have the best neighbors!) Since Hurricane Ike, the yard has been a struggle and a wallet buster. So many things needed replacement, and the weeds that were brought in with the salt water have been the strangest looking things. Two hours out there, and there is still much to be done.

Tomorrow is a new day and when that one eyeball peeks at the clock at 6 AM, I hope the other eyeball will open without too much effort!