Tilly Evan Jones

Early this morning, I lay in bed and pretended it was spring.  Listening to the early morning sounds; J.T. grinding coffee beans, Parker the dog rattling his collar; excited,awake, fed, and happy, Melody heading off to work and school, I felt content, warm, not at all ready to face the reality of no sun and more snow.  We have a plentiful amount of snow this winter…no lacking of snow.

I picture crows, sitting, snug in high branches, talking back and forth, discussing their coming day, perhaps some shiny black heads, feathers sleek, nodding towards another, black eyes watching, warily, the world below.  Talking, warning, celebrating of the day.

I did not want to rise, felt contemplative, warm, content.  I lazily dozed, woke again, dozed again.  Each waking moment, spent marveling at my blessings.  I have many.

Mornings are very good.