Good Morning

Mornings on the farm are like no other morning anywhere else. The mists and fogs of the night hang close to the earth… wrapping everything is a silky sheet… and as the sun begins to rise in the sky, nature slowly stirs from its slumber. The silence is gently interrupted by natures first morning yawn. A bird flits in and out of the mists looking for a plump breakfast on damp leaves. Something in the underbrush stirs. A horse whinnies. Man the country is great!