Morning Musings
The man across the street bends to strap his baby in her stroller for their morning constitutional, his bubble butt saluting me as I sip morning brew from my front porch -- why should this amuse me? A winding bed of wax begonias have doubled in size after last night's thunder storm, their splayed petals stretching out toward their adjacent neighbors -- why should this delight me? A chorus of songbirds twitters and tweets: the gray catfish song is as complex and jumbled as its dull appearance, while the showy cardinals, goldfinch and house wren sound less urgent or jubilant -- why should this concern me? A quick online inquiry reveals no correlation between a fowl's palette of plumage and the jubilance of its songs -- why should this gladden me?
