{"id":1741,"date":"2012-08-19T08:53:21","date_gmt":"2012-08-19T12:53:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=1741"},"modified":"2012-08-19T08:53:21","modified_gmt":"2012-08-19T12:53:21","slug":"magic-of-a-morning","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=1741","title":{"rendered":"Magic of a Morning"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Here&#8217;s what I love about my day-off early mornings: The light. The light.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/2012-08-01-22.51.33.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-1742\" title=\"2012-08-01 22.51.33\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/2012-08-01-22.51.33-e1345379741337-768x1024.jpg?resize=640%2C853\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"853\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/2012-08-01-22.51.33-e1345379741337.jpg?resize=768%2C1024 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/2012-08-01-22.51.33-e1345379741337.jpg?resize=225%2C300 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/2012-08-01-22.51.33-e1345379741337.jpg?w=1320 1320w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/2012-08-01-22.51.33-e1345379741337.jpg?w=1980 1980w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The light. The gentle slants of sun stretching across the grass, easing in through the wavy-glass of our old-house windows, magically illuminating floating dust.<\/p>\n<p>And I love my cup of tea.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/2012-08-01-22.49.42.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-1743\" title=\"2012-08-01 22.49.42\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/2012-08-01-22.49.42.jpg?resize=640%2C480\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/2012-08-01-22.49.42.jpg?resize=1024%2C768 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/2012-08-01-22.49.42.jpg?resize=300%2C225 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/2012-08-01-22.49.42.jpg?w=1320 1320w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/2012-08-01-22.49.42.jpg?w=1980 1980w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>And another and maybe, another again.<\/p>\n<p>Through the open window, there is an almost-silence. (crickets and cicadas gently buzz) \u00a0Birds swoop by to assess the feeders and quickly spin off annoyed, I imagine, by the empty grates.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/2012-08-01-22.53.39.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-1744\" title=\"2012-08-01 22.53.39\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/2012-08-01-22.53.39-e1345380224183-768x1024.jpg?resize=640%2C853\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"853\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/2012-08-01-22.53.39-e1345380224183.jpg?resize=768%2C1024 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/2012-08-01-22.53.39-e1345380224183.jpg?resize=225%2C300 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/2012-08-01-22.53.39-e1345380224183.jpg?w=1320 1320w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/2012-08-01-22.53.39-e1345380224183.jpg?w=1980 1980w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I try not to think about the rest of the day &#8211; not yet. I avoid making the mental lists of to-do: filling the empty feeder or following that fairy-dust as it creates yet another layer to be cleaned on the many neglected surfaces in my house. I push away thoughts of laundry piles or what groceries to buy, menus for the week. Not yet.<\/p>\n<p>This morning, almost-autumn cool, I sit a little longer to marvel at the Monarchs hovering around the butterfly bush. I notice how the green of the hedge seems brightened by yesterday&#8217;s rain. There has been a seasonal shift and now, it&#8217;s cool enough for a sweatshirt. A sense of a fleeting inspires me to savor these moments &#8212; just as the solitude of these early mornings is sweeter for the thought of my still-sleeping loved ones.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Here&#8217;s what I love about my day-off early mornings: The light. The light. The light. The gentle slants of sun stretching across the grass, easing in through the wavy-glass of our old-house windows, magically illuminating floating dust. And I love my cup of tea. And another and maybe, another again. Through the open window, there &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=1741\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Magic of a Morning<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[9],"tags":[39,15,38,37,12,31,40,19],"class_list":["post-1741","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-seasonal-musings","tag-birds","tag-garden","tag-light","tag-morning","tag-nature","tag-neighborhood","tag-solitude","tag-time"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pPzTS-s5","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1741","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1741"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1741\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1745,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1741\/revisions\/1745"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1741"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1741"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1741"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}