Good morning you loverly humanoid, how this planet changes daily but we only take notice of death. Hardly do we ever look at the beauty of the new and hopeful. I think the world is just trying to compete with us in keeping alive while we live in the day light. Sometimes I wonder if the light is the most beautiful or has the night become more wonderful with the age we have grows. The time we take in the day is not the most beautiful, the night seems to be the calling for me.

The morning jazz is playing in the background, and I have a sense of peace and hope to it. The overcast day is going to be nice, with the times we have passed, the times we have left, I am just a happy critter that often wonders if this is all real or if I am still laying in the hospital bed after my operation, a coma of hope and bounded time lines. Who knows, I am just being oddly thoughtful this morning.

How the day has become the wonderful day that I was not expecting but I welcome with a open heart, wondering mind and blissful eyes. So I am coming to a point that I must get up to refil the coffee and release the animals so they can enjoy the bugs of the yard.

Until Later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.