to the morning glory, the dawn of every day is an event to be trumpeted to the sky..

.. as if it were an unexpected and unforeseen miracle..

 

And we've been warned that this day is promised to no one, any more than the last - or the next. So perhaps they are right to find such delight in the rising of the sun - to find us alive and breathing and thinking and feeling and enjoying the world around us..

 

But we humans get so enthralled in planning our day and our lives that we take the morning for granted. But then, so much more is expected of us, than to simply open our petals, and drink in the sunlight.. We would be thought daft, if we were to stand in the garden, smiling up at the sky all morning.. happy.. no worries.. Maybe we can't spend the morning that way, but a smile and a glance up now and then couldn't hurt - right?

Done