Looking Back At Life – Some Past Time Ramblings
Have you ever noticed how your life sometimes gets cast into a regular routine without you really ever realizing that it has happened to you? Well, mine sure did…
For as long as I can remember, which at times is not that far back, I have awakened every morning, which I am thankful on most days, then stumble into the kitchen and get the first of many pots of coffee started for the day. Once the coffee has finished, I will grab a cup of black coffee and automatically head outside to greet the morning.
Now, the strange thing here is that no matter what the weather or how cold it is out there, I still feel the need to go out there every single morning. Do I grab a coat on those cold mornings? No, I am too asleep to bother with a coat. In fact, for some strange reason I do not need one…
As I greet the morning, the sounds of nature begin to awaken as my coffee awakens me. I close my eyes and breath in the rich aroma of the once coffee beans as I hear the first call of the cardinal singing from her nest. I smile to myself knowing that chatter of my dear friends is just beginning. The weather does not bother my friends of nature and during my morning rituals it does not bother me either, because I am warmed within from the delight that nature is giving me.
I know my neighbors think I am crazy, but believe me they do not want to know what I think about them. Sitting here on my porch all alone I see much more than they think I do, and I know plenty…
For instance, Lincoln Sonnet ( the car loan company guy) came sneaking in last week about five o’clock in the morning. He ran into Greg Latham’s brand new Ford Explorer and put a huge dent in the back end. Next, he knocked over the Jenkins mailbox and went up into the Greeley’s yard before finally making it into his own driveway without killing anyone.
That poor fool got out of his car, or should I say, fell out of his car, stumbled over to his front door and began ringing the doorbell. I never laughed so hard in all my laugh.
Poor Lori. When she came to the door and saw him like that she was madder than a wet hen. The last I saw of poor Lincoln he was been pulled into the house my his shirt and Lori was giving him what for. This past weekend Lincoln was painting their front porch like he said he would never do again, while Lori was sitting out in the yard sipping lemonade and smiling.
Yes, I do love sitting here on my porch in the early morning hours. It is a simple time with the birds as they begin feeding from the little feeders I have hanging from the overhang on my porch.
