Sometimes I am up really early in the morning, and have the wonderful opportunity to witness the sunrise over the mountain to the east. There is just something about the light in the early morning that is different from evening. I’ve never been able to describe the difference, but I can see it. It somehow seems softer, more pure.
The torenia baskets seem to turn their faces to the morning light.
A view down the veranda. Quiet. Peaceful. Only bird song breaks the silence.
Noticing the shadows of the railing on the flooring boards, a gentle breeze moves the leaf shadows ever so slightly.
Hot coffee and a cool morning, perfect to reflect on our many blessings, and enjoy the beauty of our little corner of the world. It is also a great time to just think, and I have been doing some designing in these quiet hours too. I will have a new quilt pattern for you soon.
The valley has a different look to the layers of hills and distant mountain ridge with the light from the east. We face south so the east is to the left in this picture.
The bird feeder was seeing a lot of visitors on this day.
Here and there, dew drops had formed on flowers.
Interplay of light and shadow make interesting shapes.
I really liked the shadow on this lobelia trailing tendril, this may be a photo entry in the fair later this year. The shapes are interesting, and the clear light made a sharp edged shadow.
Looking up, the clouds looked like flying visitors.
Light and shadow on the driveway down the mountain, in the golden morning.
The blue jay calls, and the chickadees answer. A titmouse, a wren and a nuthatch join the choir. This is a morning for gratitude, for our lives, our freedom, our beautiful home and property, our family and friends, our many blessings. Count your blessings today, and remember those who have protected our freedom. Have a wonderful Memorial Day.