It was a day of getting gardening chores done in preparation of a spring planting. This meant I was up before dawn to pick peas, cut cauliflower heads and cabbages and pull beets. Then, for the next 3 hours I mulched oak leaves to put in new rows once the winter garden fades. (Word of advice...if you do not have a market for cauliflower and cabbage, never....NEVER...plant a hundred of each. After the first few offerings, you cannot give them away to anyone. These are not unlike the proverbial zucchini giveaways.) After all of that, I headed to the greenhouse to check the seedling tomatoes and peppers.
This was not before I had made my rounds like every other morning. The water called so I heeded. The Bayou sometimes has a pull like no other. This morning, as the moon was setting and the sun was peeping over the pines on the opposite shore of the Bayou, I was mesmerized by the golden hue set upon the water. The last lingering pair of hooded mergansers were awash in the shimmery glow of the rising sun. This...this is what draws me each morning and holds my heart during the day. It was hard to break loose and attend those chores but it had to be done. Tomorrow will be much the same as I am trying to work around the storms that hit us each spring. At least, I have the golden morns to start the day even after the mergansers migrate.
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