STARTING TUESDAY...

  
Out the door walk Rose and Big Dog Mick into the pre-dawn darkness, and in the mild morning we can hear the critters of all sizes scurrying to escape our feet. 
  Bird song is beginning slowly, like wake-up breakfast conversation, and the sky begins to let a little daylight in, and then a little more...
  The sky, we see, is higher than it was at this time yesterday, and its milky color might turn blue at sunrise; or it might turn out to be a sheer cloud cover that portends the later rains. The walks are dry, at least for now...
  When our walk is over, Mick and I return into our cozy little windowed library, and we watch the colors re-appear a little at a time into the day outside... 
  So green the trees; and dewy-wet the grasses dotted with the white of clover we allow to mix in with the lawns; and over by the little garden house that shelters all my garden gear, my mother's oldest tiger lilies, saved from many years ago, are introducing orange into the picture...
  In gardens closer to the house, increasing daylight reveals colors of the purple cone flowers; the bright begonias; the roses and impatiens and the morning glories...
  Mick falls back to sleep on the softness of the bright rug underneath my feet; he is content; and I begin my second cup of coffee.
  Good morning to you all!