The grass is green this morning!

The hummingbird flits its zig-zag flight plan toward the red prism of sweet nectar. There is a heavy dew on the uneven, unmowed lawn. It glints in the low morning sun and frosts the scene outside my window.

Spider hangs there on its dew-heavy web, ever hopeful of a grasshopper breakfast. I'm drawn out the door. I want to hear the morning...and I am not disappointed.

The air is cool. When did I last feel the morning chill?

The birds lift their morning praise in the branches as the crickets harmonize. A dog barks the bass line in the distance and the hummingbird add the percussion of its beating wings.

The sparkling dew drops bead and drip from the petunias and zinnias applauding the chorus as the sun rises into the green leaves of the trees to conduct this orchestra.

Oh, yes, the grass is green this morning.