What a Beautiful Morning!

 The scent of hyacinths is redolent in the sunny courtyard on this early spring morning. I revel in having this beautiful refuge of lush new life all to myself. Every dew drop, every trilling note of the robins and even the impatient darting hummingbirds (why is she pausing instead of refilling my feeder?) bring a song of joy to my heart. 

From the other end of the courtyard I hear steady gentle tapping. A weathered Australian bush hat appears and disappears between shrubbery. 

“Oh what a beautiful morning!”  From behind a rhododendron an aged voice rasps out the first line of a chorus from the musical, Oklahoma.

“Oh what a beautiful day!” I sing out in happy reply, loving this song that I learned in first grade. 

“I’ve got a beautiful feeling” The response is heartier, rasp vanishing, as an elderly blind man emerges,  tapping his cane to find the path again.

We both inhale as one, in awe of this unexpected gift - life! Music! A shared experience needing no words other than the final lines, which we two choristers sing in unison, a perfect, polished duet,

“I’ve got a beautiful feeeeeeeling…Everything’s going my way”



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  1. WalkerofLight12 October 2024 at 13:20

    Such a poignant relection about Mother Nature! The way you describe things paints a beautiful picture in my mind! My heartfelt Thanks for your abundance of sharing!

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