There is a magical quality to early Sunday mornings. Bright red cardinals compete for fat sunflower seeds. Red-winged blackbirds, chickadees, goldfinches, and a downy woodpecker flit between the feeder and the evergreens. Squirrels chase each other through the yard, oblivious to the hawk floating in lazy circles in the crystal blue sky. It may not be Walden, but it is my slice of nature carved from a suburban landscape.
A gentle mist rises in the chill air as the sun promises a warmer day. A deep breath, a hot cup of coffee and a soft breeze erases worry and clears the mind. The early morning brims with promise and ideas flow.
How do you spend your Sunday mornings?
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
Lazing around.
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That sounds like a great way to spend a Sunday.
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It is indeed.
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It’s pouring here, but a pair of courageous robins still poke around at the ground looking for worms and grubs.
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My yard was filled with robins this morning. I am happy to see them. Enjoy your day, Jeff.
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Thank you, my friend. ✨😊✨
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Great post, Dear Friend!!
xoxoxo
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Thank you Charles.
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Always a pleasure sharing your posts!
xoxoxo
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