Early mornings in the pasture are splendid these days!
The sun is up so very early...
as are the birds.
The equines go out to pasture early in the morning and enjoy the first few hours of the day
munching and exploring.
It's my favorite time of day (if I had to pick a favorite).
I hesitate to call anything my "favorite",
because there are so many special moments in each and every day!
The horses are happy to graze to their hearts' content and pay me no attention.
The donkeys, on the other hand, spy me and come to share a moment.
These two...
these wonderfully social beings...
have a depth of soul unlike others.
Given a choice between snuggling with me and eating, they chose me.
It's great to feel special...
and nice to know that I am more than just "she who feeds"!
I thought of something as I was walking through the pasture admiring the daffodils
on this cool morning...
It's important to always remember that so much in life....
is a matter of perspective.
Because....just on the periphery of this beautiful scene...
or of any beautiful scene....
there is, most likely, a little of this as well:
After all...you cannot have one without the other!
Don't ever be fooled by what seems like perfection.
Most likely it's just a matter of perspective!
And if it looks as though the grass really is greener on the other side of the fence...
don't forget what you leave behind!
Have a wonderful day, friend...
enjoy each and every moment...
and remember, it's all just a matter of perspective!
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Velva
I wandered lonely as a Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
.
William Wordsworth (1815)
And YOU help make it so . . .
I enjoy seeing your "family!"