Morning Glory, and a Birthday

We are not early to bed, early to rise, so by the time I walk out to the street to fetch the newspaper (yes, we do still get and read a news PAPER) at this time of the year, the sun is well up in the sky. 

We have had a lot of rain lately, but Monday morning the sky was clear blue and the sun was making magic in the garden. The robins were singing "Cheer up, cheer up" as I made my way down the driveway.

 Easter colors were hatching. 

 In the back yard, still partly in shade, there was a glow. 

I was singing this song in my head all day.

Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing
Praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight
Mine is the morning
Born of the one light Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise ev'ry morning
God's recreation of the new day

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing
Praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world

 The Princess Irene tulips are blooming, and right on schedule. Today is Irene's 14th birthday!

She used to love everything princess. 

She's still our darling girl, of course, but now not so much into princessing as she is into performance. 

Happy Birthday, Beautiful Irene!