and anew,
so does my gratitude renew itself daily.
The breaking of the sun over the horizon
is my grateful heart
dawning upon a blessed world." ~Terri Guillemets
This morning we felt the changes that come this time of the year. A window closed, a door shut against the coolness of the early break of day. A sweater not worn since April grabbed before going outside with the dogs.
I went to water the garden. A pastime of everyday importance in our dry, hot summers here in the California Foothills. I found all the plants and containers still damp from yesterday morning's watering. Nothing needed watering. I grabbed the camera and took some photos here and there.
When I sat down on the chaise lounge I could feel the dampness of the night on the quilt that covered the pad. I decided that it wasn't enough to cause any permanent sogginess to my clothing.
I laid there, feeling the coolness against my body, and thought about the changes that were coming.
I wait for these changes with each hot breath of summer and with the smell of smokey earth that doesn't let us forget the fire that almost made this journey of ours wither into a summer memory. I love the coming of Fall and the cold heart of Winter. I have always had glacial drift within my California dreamin' soul.
Then Carl jumped up on the chaise with me. Cutter wanted to come up too. He watched Carl waiting for some wordless dog sanction... permission to jump up. He always defers to Carl unless food is involved.
Then, as if given permission, Cutter hopped up to rest by my feet.
This was the way the morning started.
The three of us...
sitting there together feeling Fall coming...
Feeling gratitude for this life.
It was a good way to begin the day.
