This morning, I almost ruined the front porch.
As per usual, around sunrise I was enjoying the first cup of coffee as the sun began to warm us up. The early light bathed over the treetops first and then washed down to the people on the ground. Thanks.
Delicious stillness. Always. Thanks again.
Gradually, the critters come to life. Birds want attention first. Some singing, some tap-tapping the bark for bugs. A new pair of wrens park sideways on the way up the maple.
Relaxing made easy.
That’s when my genius bulb went dim. What a perfect place, I thought, to pay bills.
Wrong. No sooner had I written a couple of checks than I realized something was really out of synch. It was like smoking grapevine out behind the barn – I was doing something wrong in a very pretty place.
The front porch is our sanctuary. Here, we can escape from the daily duties and sorting pills. So I packed everything – bills, stamps, calculator, etc – back into the house. The Mystery Woman said she would teach me how to pay bills on-line.
Fortunately, the older we get, the fewer bills we have.
Where was I? Oh yes, one more cup of coffee and back to the porch.
The wrens might miss me.