Some days when I walk out on my front porch here in southeastern New Mexico, it's all I can do to walk back in the house - and some days, I don't for a long time.
The birds were chattering so loudly in the pecan orchards that it sounded like a documentary of monkeys living in a rain forest.
My view, for as far as I could see, were green fields of tripecale (a blend of oats) that is now knee high. It is an awesome green - a green like deep emerald velvet - and it waves and rolls like the sea with only the slightest breeze.
My journal and my travel pack of watercolors seemed a good place to stop later in the morning and express the beauty that was literally wrapped around my heart like the hand-painted silk scarf I wrapped around my neck. It's just a regular day. No need for fancy, dress-up stuff.
But it seemed to fit the day and the mood. It oozes the luxuries of life to me like the morning view of this beautiful farm and the chance to arrange flowers from heart to my journal.
(hey Red, these tulips are for you because I know you love em too)