the dawnin' of a new day

as i force myself into awakenin' (okay, i'm not much of a mornin' person & i still don't do people til i've been up fer an hour....) i watch the sun as she crests the horizon.  a firey orange openin' to her day.  a calm still, the soft calls of horses, yawnin' pups, the cat stretches slowly and gives me an evil eye.  much bird activity this time of day, too hot to search fer food later.  the waterfall & pond need a referee as they fight over it's domain.

i throw open the back door (well, front door to us) the pups go out in a flash.  sleepy cat sits on the mat inches from the doorway, still yawnin'.  i'm wonderin' if we both got the same amount of sleep?  dogs from all around have broken the silent beauty of the mornin', which brings me dismay.

find myself hollerin' "quiet!" to dogs far & wide.  am i concerned with wakin' up a neighbor?  heck no!  it's their dogs that started it.   then a sinkin' feelin' hit as i heard sirens on the highway, comin' from town.  oh no! someone's wrecked :(   i'm in high hopes that they survived.  many don't it seems.  amazin' how mornin' glare on pavement can blind one's eye, or a quick look down brings one to the too late knowledge an antelope or mule deer has decided to cross the road.  they blend so well with the barren pasture lands their nearly impossible to see.  much sadness fills my heart.  i say a quiet prayer....

have done my g'mornin' with the horses, fed 'em their breakfast, handed out scratches, tended the outside dogs.  said hello to a horny toad, 3 frogs who'd yet to bed down fer the day.  much to my surprise, i found in the pasture places where a rain drop or 2 fell on it's sandy existence.  many apologies, Mother Nature, ya tried so hard to bring it to me.

i return to my haven (aka backyard) to water the flowers, check the pond, feed the fish. no hummers to greet me.  have they moved on?  have my attempts to keep 'em supplied with nectar failed?  what's that??  oh my! a lil yellow finch!  haven't seen one out here in a few years, so i run into the house to fetch the camera. illusive lil fella, must be pic shy coz i scouted fer him a good 45 minutes to no avail.

off to the garden, where the cardinal flower vines have entwined themselves amongst the fencin'.  with any luck, we'll be covered in tiny red flowers come fall.  perhaps my beloved hummers will return fer that show....