Early morning sunlight

I sit here in my greenhouse, cheating slightly with a small heater, watching the world in the early morning light.

The sky is a piercing ice blue, a few contrails litter it but most are fuzzy, dissipated - the effects of man's hand disappearing from sight.

The bricks, where sunlit, are warm, red and radiant. They lend their hues to their shaded cousins who wait impatiently for the gentle caress of infra red.

There is still much that is green here and the light shows it to good advantage, the now huge fuchsia continues to bloom like mad, light pink droplet like flowers carpet the patio.

There is joy to be had in in the world. Which is why I spend my mornings out here, when I can.

A Funny Old Life