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In the morning

Early morning sighting
Early morning sighting

I wake up every morning at nine and grab for the morning paper.  Then I look at the obituary page.  If my name is not on it, I get up.

~ Benjamin Franklin

She's not alone
She’s not alone

Does that sound like Ben Franklin to you?  It doesn’t to me, but a good search finds that the majority of websites attribute it to him.  Maybe it’s not the Ben Franklin I have in mind.  I’m sure there must have been more than one.  There was one blog that attributed the quote to Thomas Watson, Sr., who was Chairman and CEO of IBM from 1914 to 1956.  A few other websites mention Harry Hershfield, an American cartoonist.  The last two sound like more likely contenders to me.

Seven little turkeys out for a morning walk with their mum.
Seven little turkeys out for a morning walk with their mum.

Today’s Capture Your 365 prompt is In the Morning.  I was up bright and early this morning.  Well, not so bright.  Gray, cloudy, and raining.  The rain is a good thing.  Our deficit, before last night’s rain, was at 10 inches.  That’s a lot of missing water.  When I looked at the rain gauge this morning, my reaction was, “Oh, wow!”  We had almost three inches of rain overnight.

Gather around, children.
Gather around, children.

Shortly after a glimpse at the rain gauge, I looked out the kitchen window and reacted with another, “Oh, wow!” followed by a “Look! Look!” directed at M the Elder and M the Younger.  Turkeys!  Baby turkeys!  They are so funny to watch, especially in high grass.  First you see one, and then the other heads pop up one by one.  It seems like the mother must have some way to signal them to gather ’round, because all of a sudden, that’s exactly what happens.  The scattered children all move in towards Mom and start following her.

Morning joe
Morning joe

This morning has been pretty laid back.  I cooked a big breakfast of hash browns and huevos rancheros so that M the Younger would have a good meal before his six hour drive to where he’ll be vacationing with his wife and in-laws.  Bo the Dog, Izzy the Cat, and Bella the Cat joined us in the kitchen, the cats perched on stools and Bo under the table and dreaming of food falling from above.

Breakfast
Breakfast

After M the Younger left to continue his journey south, M and I unpacked a few boxes.  I know!  It’s been over a year and we’re still unpacking boxes.  The renovations have not gone as fast as I thought they would, and I suspect next year at this time we will still be looking through boxes.  We are trying to be more discriminating, putting things aside for donation.  If it’s been in a box for a year and we haven’t needed it, why keep it?  There are a few exceptions, mostly things we had already allocated to some spot or another once the renovations are finished.  As always, it’s the things that have sentimental significance that give us trouble.  I continually remind myself that it’s the memories that are important, not the thing itself.  Unless, of course, the thing itself brings other value to our lives.

Morning raindrops
Morning raindrops

Thank you for visiting today.  How is your weekend going so far?  Is the weather suiting you and your plans?  I’m enjoying this rare rainy day.  It gives me a chance to catch up on indoor things, although if I’m honest with you, I’ve devoted more time to rainy day relaxation than to rainy day chores.

We did get out yesterday between the bands of rain for some kayaking and hiking.  I’ll show and tell you all about it soon.

Beached
Beached

Be good, be kind, be loving.  Just Be.  🙂

Today’s joys:  Shared laughter and stories at breakfast; watching the turkeys strut around the front yard; walks with Bo the Dog; unpacking boxes with M; rain, glorious rain, and the luxury of spending time relaxing on a rainy day.

 

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Robin is a photographer, artist, writer, wife, sometime poet, mom, grandma, daughter, sister, friend, and occasional traveler currently living on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. She finished a 365 commitment to get outside every day in 2011, and has turned it into a lifelong commitment taking one or more walks each day. Robin will continue to share her walks through her words and images on Breezes at Dawn. Older posts can be found at Life in the Bogs, her previous blog. Robin and her husband are in the midst of renovating the house and property they refer to as the Wabi-Sabi Ranch, 35 acres that include marsh, a dock on a tidal creek, meadows, and woodlands. Every day brings new discoveries.

30 thoughts on “In the morning

  1. The sentimental things are really hard to depart with. As we clean out my parents house, I bring more and more home with me .. stuff I don’t need but can’t get rid of (yet).
    Did they even have daily morning papers back in Ben Franklin’s time?

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    1. I wondered the same thing, Bearyweather. That’s why it doesn’t sound like Ben Franklin to me. Plus, he’s the one who coined “Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise,” which means (to me) that he wouldn’t be waking up at nine in the morning. He’d have been up long before that, I should think.

      I had a difficult time letting go of things my mother gave me, but it has been getting easier to let things go, a little at a time. When I’m really lucky, I find someone I know could use it more than I need to hold on to it. That’s the best way to get rid of things. 🙂

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  2. It is always hard to get rid of things. I find myself sorting this summer and still find it hard to part with some dresses that hold too many memories and which I know I will never be able to wear again.

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    1. Clothing used to be difficult for me, too, Colline, for similar reasons. After losing some weight a few years ago, I decided to purge myself of my “fat clothes” as a way of never turning back, and that has made it easier for me to get rid of things now. 🙂

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  3. Lovely post and the images are beautiful….especially the rain soaked pine 🙂
    We’re catching up on some missing rain here in Scotland too….I had forgotten what rainy Saturdays are like…..a lovely feeling of not having to get out into the garden and do things….and as you say catching up on some rather neglected indoors work!!

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      1. You will have it learnt within five minutes Robin. It’s the keeping your balance and knowing you can move without tipping over. Finding out HOW to move without tipping over. 😉 Have fun!

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  4. Of all the babies in the world, turkeys have to be some of the ugliest, aren’t they? LOL
    You’re breakfast looks delicious. Looks like a nice morning and a good day.

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  5. This is really a lovely post, Robin. Sigh. Those quiet mornings. The breakfast looks delicious, the photos are enchanting…even the wild turkeys. I’ve rarely seen them in the wild. They rarely get this far north, but have been steadily moving upwards every year. They’re in the southern UP a lot, and we’ve actually had a few sightings in recent years.

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    1. Franklin was referring to the Bald Eagle’s habit of stealing food from other birds. He thought the turkey was more industrious and had other good qualities. 🙂

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  6. It’s taken me over five years to sort through much of hubby’s “treasures” (he was a packrat). I found it easier to unload some items by taking pictures of them to provide the memories, but take up much less space. It takes so much more time finding happy homes for much of the stuff, but is far more satisfying than dumping into landfills.

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    1. My husband is a bit of a packrat, too, Gunta. When we moved here, I wanted to leave some things behind because we were downsizing. Our youngest son and his wife are renting our old home in NE Ohio, and they have more house than they did when they were in an apartment, and very little furniture. Even though there is clearly not room for everything, getting rid of things is a slow process of acceptance (“there’s no room for this”) and letting go (“someone else could use it”). On my side of things, I learned to do the same thing you did and that’s take photos of things (and have extended that to my own collection tendencies when it comes to shells from the beach, feathers, or rocks). I hoard photos now, and there’s still a problem when it comes to books, but I’m finding the local library appreciates my donations. 🙂

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