Life on a family dairy farm
in the wilds of
Upstate New York
Monday, September 17, 2012
A Present from the Sun
Wrapped in layers of amazement, each morning lies awaiting. Time will gently tug it open like a present from the sun. Blue pearl fog is teased away, one strand here, another there, a cobweb scarf, stretching softly up from the river and quietlydown from the pastures.
The threads collect to blur the sky with pink and blue and purple; then the light lifts them away to reveal.... The diamonds. Glittering, blanketing blade and leaf, a gleaming water carpet. Your tapestry will stand uncovered, all the colors of the season serve as warp, awakening breeze as weft, all tugged together by daybreak and spread over every hill and valley. Jays embroider blue across it, calls as bright as the edge of autumn, smiling in the sunlight, happy as spring and sweet as summer. Finches jingle sing and robins carol, all for you each dawning.
Here's hoping every golden, round, and glorious morning will bring wonder smiling to your feet, like a puppy warm and loving, a friend for every day and every year, and ever and ever and ever. Welcome to the world Madeline Jean