Morning's Hopeful Glow

There is just something intrinsically restorative in the first hours of morning. The earth is positively alive with promise and new beginnings as each dawn awakens.

Possibilities seem endless and expectation is infinite.

It is the time of day when all of nature instinctively knows it's time to wake up and embrace whatever the hours hold.

Freshness and renewal abounds for the wonders of what lies ahead. Energy and enthusiasm permeates crisp, clean air without regard to the prior days' mistakes or successes.

As the softest first rays stream through leaves and limbs to offer gentle cues of daybreak the steady sounds of morning can be heard.

Pileated woodpeckers high in the branches, Carolina wrens, Titmice and chickadees squeaking closer by. Red cardinals singing their sweet tunes and mourning doves cooing as they wait their turn for the feeders.
Egrets and cranes squawk in the distance as hawks fly over eyeing probable prey. Winged creatures buzzing and fluttering everywhere gathering pollen flying-about doing what they were created to do.

Eight-legged critters busily repairing their homes with the same vigor as all the other times they have repeated this necessary activity.

Magical and mysterious is the start of a new day, yet a pattern so expected we can almost not take notice.

Softly, sunlight beams down from heaven in streams of mystically glowing rays. Tangible in appearance. Reaching and luring all at once. As if calling to be touched. Held. Felt. Captured.

Like perfectly placed spotlights from the sky favorite plants are highlighted revealing deeper shades of intensity ...

... and remarkable details that refuse to go unnoticed. Light, with its power to pinpoint and address ordinarily obscure places, beckons our attention.

In the distance, along the trail of the tropical pathway, the blades of the Apostle's Iris 'Regina' catch my eye with their fiery-lit greenery.

Shadows and shade surround a stray, angled beam of light isolating a rosemary plant dearly appreciated for its fragrance, flavor, upright form and resistance to heat, drought and cold.
But otherwise plays the small part of blending-in to the more apparent swaths of bright red Florida Cardinal and Red Flash caladiums.

Canna leaves that ordinarily offer a welcomed contrast of color and texture in their semi-shady location turn into flames of fire aglow in the midst of normalcy.
Green, white, red, chartreuse, pink, blue ... every color more profoundly enthusiastic in the first gentle hours.

Depending on the vantage point morning's light turns common native plants into captivatingly radiant illuminations.

Warm rays of first-light quicken dew droplets turning them into illusions of Christmas lights in the background.

Sunlight evolves with each passing moment. Days are already shorter. Autumn is surely on the way with the first wispy blooms of muhly grass beginning to spring out.

I don't want to miss a minute of the beauty each season and each dawn brings. So let's not forget to get out and make the most of each day!

Each day is God's gift.

Happy, happy September,

Meems

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The faithful love of the Lord never ends!
His mercies never cease.
Great is His faithfulness;
His mercies begin afresh each morning.
Lamentations 3: 22-23