Had an early-morning broom session this morning. I'm always up with the dawn, so many things to take care of. Went down to the barns to check my 'silly girls' (what we call our 23 plump egg-laying beauties) and saw my old faithful broom standing in the corner.
What is it about the swish of the broom? with each stroke sweeping out the cobwebs that have collected in my soul. The fresh air clearing up my cluttered thoughts and unscrambling the chaos in my head. Watch the sun stretch across the land..."good morning, merry sunshine".
The landscape has started greening itself more now. Within weeks it will be full, rich green everywhere I turn. But this sombre morning feels good right now, somehow it fits for this day...which I am now ready to begin.