mornings

Summer Sunday Mornings

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Summer Sunday mornings..this week on Sunday when I woke, there was a nip in the air.  I love Sunday mornings, especially summer Sunday mornings.  They are unique in their quiet and promise. Sunday mornings mean true relaxing, not just the usual let me read for a few minutes and then you find your mind drifting to chores and plans for the day.  Sunday has no agenda yet.  That will come later if you even decide on an agenda.  

Summer Sunday mornings are different than most mornings during the rest of the year. Windows cracked, a gentle breeze enters the room and with it brings a sense of peace. Birdsong, so lovely and meditative.  If you close your eyes you can hear the song they intone. Maybe, every once in awhile the sound of a moving car.   Not much else breaks through the morning.  The smell of a summer morning brings back memories of a childhood Sunday.  The smell of warmth to come, as the day grows into itself.  There is no rush.  Time almost stands still, at least for a little while. It's a time to let go, to just be, whatever that would mean for each of us..for me it means tea, reading, maybe catching up on some writing...always snuggles in my bed with Gracie and a light down cover.  It's the one time in the week where I give myself permission to just be.  It's almost like a gift wrapped in joy.  

Summer mornings only last as long as we allow them to envelop us. In a few short weeks we will be reaching for sweaters and jackets.  Why not let yourself enjoy a few hours of gentle pleasure. Soon enough the winter business will be back.  When it comes it seems to consume all days of the week.  Not in summer though.  Our season in New England is so short that I feel the need to grab as much solitude and quiet as I can get.  So for me, I'm going to warm up my tea, grab my book and snuggle into the softness that is a summer Sunday morning.  What will you do with the precious few summer Sundays you have left? That nip in the air, it was a reminder, summer Sundays are almost gone...

 

A Time of Freedom

Morning's soft air, touching everything with such care,
Caresses a young face, in a quiet secluded place.
Smile planted strong, heart beating on.
Only one thing is on her mind, and that is summertime. Abbey Silent

 

Today's photo was taken with my Canon 5D Mark 111 using a 50mm lens  The photo was then edited in LR.

This weeks little tip is so delightful...both for those who love food and for  those who love Maine.  I love both...here's the link.  Enjoy

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/08/01/dining/the-lost-kitchen-maine-erin-french.html