I am not, and never have been, a morning person. I guess it's a side-effect of having sleep listed at the top of your "favorite pastimes" list. I have been noticing, though, that I love sunlight in the morning.
Have you ever really looked at the light early in the morning?
It's really beautiful, the way the light shines through the leaves. They glow. I love the way the shadows dance on the leaves, and the way you can really notice all the different shades of green. Everything is so vibrant and alive in the early morning light. It brings to mind tales of enchanted forests and dancing fairies.... It is magic.
I wish I had more skill with a camera, so that I could accurately capture the texture and weight that this golden light seems to have. I watch at work while the light pours itself through the canopy and pools on the woodland floor, and I want to go out and somehow hold it in my hands. At that moment, it is so easy to believe that the light would be heavy and soft, like really good velvet. I really believe, in that quiet time when the sun is up and everyone else is asleep, that I could pour sunlight through my fingers.
The lilacs are at the peak of their bloom here in my little corner of the world. I think these are my favorite flowers of all time.
And look at these little guys that popped up, uninvited, in my garden beds. I don't have the heart to rip them out, though they are poorly placed and hanging over one of my young hostas. Their cheerful little faces make me smile. It always seems that they are just bubbling over with the joy of another beautiful day in this world.