Early morning,  fog sits heavy on the garden.  On the porch, I think of Psalm 118:

23This is the LORD’S doing; it ismarvellous in our eyes.

24This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.

Trees, still bare are filled with bird song and flitting glimpses of color as the morning music begins.

As I sip from my steaming cup, enjoying the colors of the sunrise, on the next ridge over, I hear the rattling gobble of a turkey. Crows caw back a raucous answer to him. They seem to argue for a few minutes, then he is gone.

New blooms open, as old ones fade.

Springtime, coffee on the porch, what a grand way to begin the day!