A Lovely Autumn Morning
It is a lovely autumn morning. The leaves on the trees and bushes are subtly changing colours. The birds seem to realize that the magical days of summer are almost gone and the seasons are changing. They perch on the branches and joyously sing their hearts out. They are so loud that they drown out all other sounds.
My pups are here for a visit. They look at me with pleading eyes. “Can we please go outside, Mummy? Can we?” I open the front door. They rush out. They chase each other round and round. I stand by the door, watching them. I smile. How happy they are. Exhausted, they finally settle down on a sunny patch of grass. The birds continue their serenade. The pups doze off. I leave the front door open but I securely lock the storm door. I return to the kitchen table. From where I sit, I can see the pot of the red peppers I had planted in the beginning of summer from dried peppers in my pantry. They are a riot of jubilant colour. They range from mustard yellow, to shades of orange to red and crimson. They sit on the stoop amongst the jasimine, the basil, the huge pot of bay leafs and geraniums, proudly displaying their beauty.
There is a lull in the bird songs. Now I hear the sound of classical music in our bedroom as it softly drifts down the stairs. What a sweet morning this is. I wish Peter were here to share it with me.
What a beautiful day.