What do you do on mornings when you have nothing to say?
Sure I could write a "morning page." (See The Artist's Way for more information.) But BLOG it? Not so sure.
I could tell you that I got up and dressed and walked Philip to the bus, then did a power-walk that made my legs feel GOOOD....
And I could tell you that I'm now sitting on the back deck listening to a bright-red cardinal sing his heart out as he seeks a mate, while the chirping wrens feed on the fresh seed I just put out, and while the cats watch, waiting for their chance (that I won't allow them to have).
I could tell you that there's nothing quite like the morning light as it comes over the hill and illuminates the large tulip poplar before me, and how the leaves respond to the light with that spring green color I didn't know existed in nature before moving here, and how it almost vibrates against the absolutely clear blue sky behind.
This is my morning today.