My wife, and I, were sitting on the porch this morning, enjoying the cooler air, and beautiful clear skies. The mist on the pond was dancing along the surface, and the rays of the rising sun glistened on the almost still water.
We were looking at a new arrival; a red-shouldered hawk perched on the top a neighbor's power pole. It would swoop down to the ground, and return with a small morsel, which we guessed was one of the numerous small frogs that appeared after the last flood.
As we sat, a young doe left the woods, eased up to the road, and stood for a few seconds before returning to the safety of the woods. It looked lost, or attempting to find a companion. Its ears were in constant motion, and skittish is too bland of a word to describe its behavior.
So, it's the little things that make the day. With a pleasant start, a good cup of coffee, and the smell of bacon frying, the day started on a grand note. How it progresses is yet to be seen, but my attitude demands I'll make the best of what it brings.