Early Summer Sunday Morning

Its 10:00 a.m. Sunday morning.  I am sitting on a soft chair on our peaceful front porch. The sun is out but it is cool.  It rained hard yesterday afternoon and evening.   It is nice to be sitting here looking at the colorful baskets of flowers sitting in the porch and the steps to the sidewalk. Some of the leaves are still glistening with moisture from yesterday’s rain or the early morning dew. A humming bird keeps flying back to the feeder which is about 15 feet from where I am sitting.  He inserts his long narrow beak into one of the yellow plastic flowers and withdraws some of the sweet water.  He seems to look at me before he flies away.  Probably wondering what I am doing.  He leaves in a quick manner but a few minutes later he is back and the overall scene is replayed.

Some 100 feet away from the porch is the golf course at the Hidden Valley Country Club.  The grass is green, a beautiful early summer green, highlighted in some areas by the sun, next to darker green in the shade.  I suppose I could be playing golf but it feels right to be sitting on the porch watching nature around me. I can golf another day.

I have the Sunday New York Times on the table next to me.  I have read most of it but I still have the Book Review section and the Arts & Leisure section to read. I always save those two sections for last. I have a note card and a pen to jot down books to look for, movies and plays to consider and artists to check out on Google.

I have my Ipad ITunes playing as I am listening to jazz and to Josh Groban singing songs from musicals.  I have listened to “Try to Remember” about 3 times. It is a song that always makes me feel nostalgic for an easier time, a simpler time.

My wife. the Lovely Sharon is in the bedroom, just on the other side of the brick wall of the porch.  She is still wearing a short black robe over her jammies as she is going through her makeup drawer and straightening up whatever it is she thinks needs straightening up.  Its hard to think of her just sitting around, as I am apt to be doing at any given time, she is always busy doing something that she knows needs to be done but inevitably I don’t realize it needs to be done.

I made us scrambled eggs, sausage and hash browns a couple of hours ago and then cleaned up my kitchen mess.  She offered to help, but I told her no, that I would do it.  I finished cleaning the kitchen and since then have been sitting on the porch.

We have been working hard on the yard the last couple of weekends and I think I will just bum out today.

Just as I was about to post this, friends Jackie and Randy Rogers called to me from the golf course and I scurried to the fence to say good morning. After a short greeting they went to the green to putt out and I walked back to the porch.

ITunes just changed to Miles Davis; an album he recorded in Paris. I need to post this and then finish reading the New York Times.

A lovely early summer Sunday morning.