Keep on the sunny side
Always on the sunny side.
Keep on the sunny side of Life.
I awaken each morning around 5:30. I don’t use or need an alarm clock because I sleep with the windows open so the first sounds I hear each day are Birdsong.
You don’t get that natural harmonious chirping in the wee hours in Los Angeles unless of course you count the hum of police heliocopter blades as they circle your neighborhood searching for yet another thief, bandit, burglar.
So, a big thumbs up to Life in Hodgenville is BirdSong. I love the cheeriness of the sounds, the sheer volume these birds can create is so surprising that some days, I want to shout out the windows, “All right, I hear you. I’m up all ready!”
I am an Up With The Sun, Down With The Sun-kinda guy. These are the hours that suit my body’s internal clock. For 25 years of life in a beach town in LA, this served me well as one of my favorite past-times is Surfing, and surfers are up at the crack of dawn to check the waves, which is also known as Dawn Patrol.
For me, Dawn Patrol begins with a to-go cup of hot coffee, a warm jacket to combat the chilly morning ocean air, board shorts and flip flops. Usually, you see the same five people at your favorite surf spot at this hour of the day, each with his or her own cup of hot beverage. There’s not a lot of talking. “You goin’ in?” “Yeah, maybe.” That’s about it, and I like it.
Here, it’s Birdsong, Coffee, Newspaper and the Weather Channel. If it’s a scorcher of a day, I’ll leave Dad a note saying Breakfast is coming from The Hot Biscuit upon my return, and then I’ll head to Groundhog Hill and get the weeding done while it’s nice and cool.
These past few weeks, I’ve created a new game while weeding. I call it “Is it Purple Corn or is it Johnson Grass?”
I have purple corn planted the first week of May, and it’s really tall. Then, I have the replacement corn I planted in the original rows because wild turkeys dug up the seedlings. It’s not as tall. Next, is the first attempt at planting Late Corn, and then there’s the replacement planting of Late Corn, so basically, I have Purple Corn of varying height throughout the garden. I also have Johnson grass.
The weeding goes faster if I hum a familiar tune, and lately, I’ve been working my way through Carole King’s Tapestry, the soundtrack of my older siblings’ teenage years and my own adolescence. Good stuff.
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue.
An ever changing vision of an ever changing view.
A wondrous woven magic, bits of blue and gold.
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold.
Nothing but good times right now at Groundhog Hill. Just zinnias, purple corn, and bird song.