September Morning

Early this morning when I walked to the barn to feed the horses, I realized it must have rained in the early morning hours. Just a slight dampening of the ground and the amazing smell of a freshly misted Mother Earth. I looked out in the field as the sun was coming up and it was glistening on freshly washed wild oats.

           I sit beside the fire and think

Of all that I have seen

                   Of meadow flowers and butterflies

         In summers that have been

                Of yellow leaves and gossamer

          In autumns that there were

                    With morning mist and golden sun

      And wind upon my hair.

      J.R.R. Tolkien