Bird songs

 She woke to the birds singing, something she had looked forward to since she could remember. Their morning songs, which she sometimes joined in, brought silence as the confused birds wondered who the new guy was, but they soon resumed their morning melodies, knowing it was a friend. With a mug of coffee in hand, she opened the screen door and ventured into the early morning hours when everything was waking up to a new day. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the purest of air, only found on her small farm deep into the forest. She smelled her favorite wildflowers growing in a meadow and the sweet grass surrounding her cottage that the goats kept groomed. There was Fresh cut hay and several rows of corn almost ready for harvest. It was an earthly smell, she thought out loud. She picked some herbs, put them in her apron pocket for cooking later, and let out a small scream as she came upon some strawberries she hadn't looked at for a while. Next came some blueberries she gathered, which got her thinking about making a pie for a dinner guest she wanted to impress. The day moved on as she went down to the spring, where the water bubbled across rocks, inviting her into the cool water where she shed her dress and cleaned herself with lavender soap she had made. Drying with the sun on her skin, she sat upon a boulder as the last few rays of sunlight began to make room for the night. Suddenly, she jumped up and headed for the cottage to finish cooking dinner and making herself as pretty as she could when there was a soft knock at her door. He stood there holding flowers and smiling, telling her how beautiful she looked. And was that blueberry pie he was smelling? It was a nice dinner, but it was getting late, so he kissed her cheek and thanked her, hoping for a kiss in return. All he got was the scent of lavender as she shook his hand goodnight. She fell asleep to the horned owl and awoke to the sound of singing birds, and all was good.

Mike 2024