Johnny and I woke up early and watched as the sun's rays filtered through the thick green leaves on our trees laden with morning dew. Droplets of dew and remnants from the heavy rain last night hung to everything...our snapdragon's mango colored blooms, the baby apples on our apple tree, the white fence, every blade of grass, even from our tomato plant's leaves and the garden fence.
We walked out to our garden and saw that everything was good. The green beans were sprouting their way out of the earth, the buds still curled down to the soil, defying gravity as they continue their upward climb to the sun. The tiny green leaves of broccoli and lettuce colored the deep brown soil and the cucumbers were emerging out of their mounds. The squash and zucchini have yet to make their appearance.
The squirrels were busy scurrying about and the birds happily singing their morning song. Our little girl was busy too, rolling-kicking-punching--I can just imagine her in my womb--happy and warm.
Johnny made fresh French Press coffee--the steam swirled upwards from our mugs, delighting the senses, completing the morning.
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