Sunday Morning

 this is my third post in a series by Janna from Mommy's Piggy tales.. It is a way to preserve your heritage and history for your children or yourself... This is a 15 week journey... so visit any Thursday for more...


Early morning. A fresh new day. Her house sat comfortably on a few dozen acres of grass,gardens and trees. The birch one of my favorites... swayed in the breeze slowly.
  A bed of her daffodils  usually glowed yellow in the morning light but it was not early spring... Today was a Sunday morning in Summer.. NO school..
I looked out the window to see the Queens Ann's lace and blue chicory.. growing tall in the front field..

  I loved to pick these on summer afternoons and put them in my hair.
We were up early again today.. I am not usually an early riser. In fact I loved to sleep in. I was now in 2nd grade and on school days.. My grandmother would arouse me... with a song.. She would race around my canopy bed with my chenielle spread.. and sing.. "I am late I am late for a very important date."She would pretend she was the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland.. She did this almost every day. But not today.. Today we had a plan.. and today it was summer.

 We opened the big heavy front door and walked along the brick path until we came to the garage.. we zipped in and out of the garage to the gravel driveway.. thus beginning our journey.. We walked on the gravel without talking listening for signs of life...Our paces didn't match.. I heard a sound.. Okawchee Okawachee.. we froze and looked up near a tall tree, there flying fast was one of my favorite birds..The red wing black bird.. I loved this call, it sounded like a Native American name... 

We watched him quietly...then we continued our walk.. I saw the light dancing on the sides of the driveway almost 10 or 15 different spots, I had never seen this before? what was this? I got closer to see they were many spider webs nestled in the cut crass and dew had fallen on it.. creating the look of diamonds resting on a minature white trampoline.. We began walking.. lots of bunnies bounded by us in a zig zag formation. We got to the bottom of the long driveway and got the newspaper from the box.. and started back up the hill.  The grass on the sides of the driveway was so green and lush. When we reached a bend in the driveway we veered off to the left to a sun-dappled path.. this was where the blackberries hid. Being careful so the thorns did not stick us we plucked the juicy berries from the plant and dropped them into our tin bucket.. It made a kerplunk sound. After eating a few and saving a few, I noticed my fingers were being stained a dark black..

   I held a few in my hands... I loved the color and shape of these little orbs.. and they were only around a few days and then the deer found them...

  We were plopping the juicy purple berries in our mouths at will. Our bucket was full and it was time to head back. The sweet aroma of the ripe berries lingered in the air as we started back toward the house.. We would savor these berries in yogurt today and later when we made them into pies.

  Back in my grandmothers kitchen we had breakfast together, while we watched the sun slowly climbing in the sky. We ate my grandmother's homemade plain yogurt with the berries inside and a delicious bread with cranberries, walnuts and raisins in it..with a little bit of butter on top.
  It was a lovely start to a new day. Even if it was early... I loved living here today and everyday.