Morning Bliss

    Waking up to a gentle nicker on the breeze wafting through my open window, I ponder how close to heaven this could be.  The morning sun just reaches my window, glistening on the climbing rose fittingly named 'New Dawn'.  It's brambles wind around the wood frame so that you look out of a rose-framed picture window.  That nicker beckons me outdoors for a long morning ride on the greens.

    Coffee in hand and donning my boots, I walk out to the horse barn to survey my charge.  She is a gracefully built buckskin mare with long, black mane and tail.  She lets me know that she is happy to see me as I pull out a fat leaf of alfalfa hay and slide it in her feeder.  This daily chore never grows tedious or one bit laborsome to me.

Maybe the world would slow down a bit if more people could curry a horse and listen to the soft munching of hay.  These pastoral sounds are music to my ears.  The whinny of a horse that recognizes you, the sight of the long mane as she tosses her head in the breeze, or the sight of a horse feeding in a meadow all make time pass a little slower.  In a hurried and noisy society, these are some of the missing ingredients.

    I return with my empty cup and sit down to my own breakfast in the small kitchen before a nice, long ride of morning bliss.