These mornings…when windows and doors are thrown open
to catch the nighttime breezes
we awaken to the gentle sound of burbling water
coming from a bamboo pot fountain…it has been gently pouring water for years…
through every season.
right outside our living room window in a small courtyard that is mostly ignored
allowed to wander.
There is no pretense…no pretty…just working away. Growing at will.
The ceiling is the untrimmed fuchsia of bougainvillea
in this little unkempt corner of our home.
But on mornings like this…with a cup of coffee…and some birds singing…
and the quiet of a family sleeping in…
it is a teensy slice of heaven
A glorious Sunday to you.