Sunday Moning

It's early Sunday morning. I've been out in the garden in the rain. This past week I put flowers in the garden, filling flower boxes and pots...manicly buying plants and filling containers...but it's nice. I love being out in the yard with a cup of coffee when the birds are still singing. There's a wood thrush among the trees that reminds me of my mother...it was her favorite bird, too. I don't have many positive memories of my mother. Of course she was an artist, too. And she loved the mountains and the gardens. I'm a lot like her I suppose...not an entirely happy thought.