Changes sneak into our routine without us really noticing. Because Bill is no longer driving a school bus, we no longer have to get moving so early in the day. Nature has taken over the awakening role in my life. It begins about four fifteen in the morning. A single chirp. An answering chirp. A reply. It isn't long before other cheeps and chirps join in. By four thirty to four forty five there is a great symphony of bird sounds. Then even more join until there is a great crescendo of sound which continues until well past five and then slowly settles to a more quiet and infrequent exchange.
I lie abed and wonder what they can be saying to one another. It is such a joyous commotion. I wish that I might have such a choir of acquaintances. Then again -- not. I am too private a person. But I do love to eavesdrop on these early morning beings. I snuggle into my pillow and listen. I listen also for the resident coo coo to announce the time. I no longer have to get up before six. I can if I want to. Don't have to. Such a luxury.
Many days I choose to get up with the birds and have my morning coffee in the quiet of the morning. Read the paper. Do the daily sudoku puzzle. It is a different routine from six months ago. I like it. The change is good.
For another insight on morning sounds and memories check out Barbara Crafton's e-mo over at Geranium Farm.
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