It’s Monday morning, sometime before 7:00 a.m., and I’m up and out the door. Only as I’m backing down the driveway do I remember all the past Monday mornings when I’ve headed out about this same time on my way to work.
But this morning I’m not going to work.
I’m headed out to a hillside I’ve noticed over the years. Yesterday on our way to somewhere else I noticed the grass was a beautiful golden brown and I knew I had to get back with the camera soon before the farmer turned it all into hay.
As I park on the side of the road, pausing to let commuters zoom by, I begin to smile. I smile because it’s a beautiful day, the sun just topping the trees, small puffy clouds in a blue sky, a cool breeze gently tossing the grass.
And I smile because I’m not on my way to work.
Driving leisurely back toward home after capturing the field I stop at a local park to enjoy the glassy pond.
I’ve got to say that even weeding is looking pretty good to me right now.