My Morning Coffee Blog

I look out the window and see a beautiful red ball in the living ruins of an old apple tree. I know it is way too early to see apples. The delicate white spring blooms are still clinging to the branches that crawl along the ground and old fence supporting it, so I try to get closer for a better look only to discover it is a young male cardinal as he flies away.

Today, as I sat in my old yard swing wearing my red sweatshirt with the two scottie dogs on it, I wondered if some giant being might look down and think, what is that beautiful red thing on the side of that mountain? Only to discover it is a female human swinging in the morning sun.

Of course my mind went on from there. It always does you know. This randomness is what makes me as creative as I am. How would this being know I was a female. I know the cardinals and birds by their colors. We are not so easy to define in my mind, but Lennon would and has, said that it is because I have baas. Baas are a leftover from his not so distant nursing days. Girls have baas, boys have danglies. I find that definition interesting, especially since it comes straight from him. It works.

I sit on the swing for another ten or fifteen minutes and during that time watch a small black Ram truck come up the road below and back into its driveway. Then I watch a helicopter bob down and fly way too low through our valley towards what is probably some rich person's estate. A small personal sized airplane also flies over and they all look so small, so miniature and hand sized, that it encourages this notion of a giant child playing with us. Backing his trucks up, flying his toy airplanes. Observing us the way I do the birds.

Perspective is everything.