It's early morning and I have wheeled my bike from the garage into the foggy morning,
down the road and into the tulips.
My only company a few farm workers and a photographer.
The birds and the beautiful harmonies of workers floated over the fields.
Lucky me to live here.
What a blessing to have a healthy body, a sturdy bike, a camera of my own and the ability to appreciate it all.
The faintest outline of a barn in the distance.
A tractor left in the field just beginning to show color.
And then back to the studio for a day of working on Christmas and birthday art for the manufacturers I'm blessed to partner with,
heart full and eyes well fed on the beauty of the little valley we call home.
