Deep listening in the late morning. From the open window sounds of hundreds of delirous bees gently roaring around the pride of madeira nearly in full bloom now. A warm morning unlike the last few days of clouds and cool. With new neighborhood sounds to enjoy at a time I’m not usually home to listen. The sound of a leaf blower from up the street. Someone’s lawn is being mowed. Yesterday it was mine. Birds trilling in the trees. The recess bell from the elementary school way down the hill.
Breakfast of champions:
I’m off to my favorite Starbucks with the extra large patio to sit in the sun with my writing journal and latte.
I feel grateful to do work that allows me several big breaks a year. No reporting in for horse breaking duty until May 12. Today is the 4th day in a row that I have not had to answer a single question. Except the one from my sister yesterday evening who wanted to know if I minded if she swam naked through the blue grotto in Capri instead of going in the rowboat with me and the guide.
I leave you to ponder my answer.