I love these quiet Sunday mornings. I am sitting here at my kitchen table enjoying a beautiful morning. I am savoring a delicious cup of coffee. There is a nice fat bird sitting on the pile of brush in the back yard. The dog is laying next to me on alert in case I decide to move. The yard was mowed on Friday afternoon so it nice and freshly mowed.

I need to check with Terry about painting the shed in the back. It will be nice when it matches the new paint on the house. It's looking a little weather beaten right now.

I'm listening to oldies on the music channel and that is making me a little nostalgic. I have sat in this spot for over 30 years looking at this same view. The trees are bigger and the swing set and toys are gone but it's still the same view. I love the view from my kitchen table. It is comforting. I love it when it rains, when the wind is blowing the trees or when the sun is shining brightly down. Today it is a little over cast so it gives the feeling of fall approaching but the trees are still holding onto their leaves. Soon they will be bare but the view will still be comforting. I have watched many season and years pass while I enjoyed the view from my kitchen table and I cherish each and every one. I pray that I will be sitting here watching many more seasons come and go in the years to come.

But enough for now, for the morning is slipping away. I have finished my coffee and it is time to leave the kitchen table and start the day. Time to get dressed and get the kids so we can do our errands and grocery shopping. It is time to get ready for the week that is ahead. It is comforting that my spot will be waiting for me tomorrow morning when I am ready to start another day.