A Cool Summer Morning

What a beautiful cool fall morning (in the middle of summer no less) this morning was. I awoke at my normal 4:00am to make my journey through the living room down the hall to my faith mini library to perform a waste water extraction ..if you get my drift. I was surprised that I didn’t wake my wife or GiGi my ever so excitable Papillion with the creaking sounds…not the floors but my bones and joints. Don’t you hate it when its cooler outside than it is inside so the air now seems warmer than normal in the home? I was just getting that darned thermostat to a comfortably expensive setting when bamm.. now I have to play with it all over again. They should make one that takes the female anatomy in mind. You know a dual thermostat where one is in the hall and the other is next to her recliner. When the hall thermostat says 72 degrees hers says 81 degrees and as soon as it senses hormone imbalance in the room it swaps between the opposing thermostat automatically. Well that’s another day. Back to my story.
I stepped out onto the porch and nearly had to go back in and get a robe it was so chilly. I love to go out there and sit on the swing just before the first rays of the sun peek through the huge heritage oaks across the street. As the sun rays hit the ground you start seeing a very slight smoke like mist began to rise as the early morning dew starts to evaporate. The grass is very green from the watery nutrients it sipped from over night and you can almost hear it tormenting the lawn mower. The air is fresh and crisp with just a hint of freshly cut grass from the neighbors lawn cut the day before. The crickets are still chirping and now a Sparrow and Bob White join in nature’s orchestra of morning bliss. Sounds wonderful doesn’t it? The only thing missing is Cat Stevens in the background (ok he would be wearing a muslim bou bou and Kufi..dont be too impressed…GOOGLE) singing “Morning has broken, like the first dawning..” Well now reality kicks in. We have three trash services and all three chose this morning to do their loud diesel droning accompanied by the slamming and banging of steel armatures and plastic trash cans. Of course you know what all that noise attracts. Lots of howls from the neighborhood dogs in surround sound no less. You no longer hear the birds and crickets chirping and the sweet smell of grass has been replaced by the odors that rolled out of those trash cans and dump trucks. The sounds of TV’s blaring from around the neighborhood permeate my ear drums to the sounds of multiple news networks. There are a few parental screams warning of the consequences of missing the school bus and last but not least is scream of two alley cats exiting the hood of my car and leaving behind a nice long scratch so they will remember where they left off tomorrow. Oh well…it had a nice start. Have a great day.