Morning

Lazy summer mornings are my favourites - breakfast on the veranda, under my orange tree, enjoying my garden.

Morning is the theme for today's Sunday post.

At 8.30 a.m. the sun is already quite high in the sky.

This post is part of a weekly feature that is hosted by Jake, who provides a word of inspiration and participants post their interpretations.

To conclude, I'd like to share this poem by Sarah Josepha Hale (1788-1879):

Summer Morning   

How beautiful the morning,

When summer days are long;

O, we will rise betimes and hear

The wild-bird's happy song.

For when the sun pours down his ray

The bird will cease to sing;

She'll seek the cool and silent shade,

And sit with folded wing.

Up in the morning early

'Tis Nature's gayest hour!

There's pearls of dew upon the grass

And fragrance on the flower.

Up in the morning early,

And we will bound abroad,

And fill our hearts with melody,

And raise our songs to God.