A new day of a new month – June.  The morning was overcast and cool.  It was not inviting.  I did not bounce out of bed with glee.  I lingered in the warmth of my bed, hesitating like a shy bride, putting off the inevitable.

The inevitable came, of course.  I had to face the music.  I thought it best that I be a sport and do it with gusto.  Life deserved to be treated with respect.  I grabbed Sheba and headed out for an early morning trot.

My attitude changed once we hit the great outdoors.  The fresh air stirred my senses. The streets were fragrant with trees in bloom.

The playground was alive with children running under the water spraying dragon.  The parents watched on the side benches.

Then there was the school yard full of golden dandelions.  How beautiful they looked.  I no longer thought of them as weeds.  They were a hundred million miracles that I had blogged about.  I am sure not everyone will agree with that!

I am so happy that I was able to get up, dress up and show up for June.  I’m all aglow along with the cherry bush in its first blush of blossoms.  And Sheba approves.