Awake at Dawn on a New Day

September 6th, 2008

 I’ve always found a sense of quiet joy in watching the sun rise in the early morning. Not that I’ve always been up that early, but when I am it’s like a special show that I’m privileged to see. I find myself up early more often these days.  Don’t ask me why, but I’ve always bought into the old axiom about each day being the first day of the rest of your life.  I really believe it.  Every day is new, and presents a chance to see and experience life in so many different ways.  

 Morning in America

Maybe we’ve found that much of our life was spent with other pursuits where we didn’t have the ability to walk outside on a quiet morning with a cup of coffee, and watch the world wake up.   And at some point in our lives many of us awake to the sobering reality that there may fewer days ahead of us than there are behind us, or that others will never have the opportunity we have to enjoy that special morning.  Yes, that’s just part of life, but it does lend a certain sense of value to each day, and for me, each morning.  

Maybe when we see the sun rise, it just feels good to take a breath of fresh air and be part of the awakening of the world around us.  It can even be a humbling experience where we begin to understand our place in the world.  If you haven’t seen the sun rise lately why not give it a try?  Wake up early and get a good cup of coffee or tea.  Find a place where you can sit outside and listen to the sounds of the world as the sky changes color.  Sometimes those sounds and colors reveal things you haven’t thought of for a very long time.  Sometimes those mornings bring change and awakening.  Sometimes they’re just simple mornings, and you’re sleepy, but you’ve shared a few peaceful moments to prepare for the day.  Your day.  A new day.

Sunrise Over the Fields

June 5th, 2008

The dew has just been hanging on to the grass and leaves in the morning because the ground has been so moist.  I love how the sun glows brightly over the landscape as the day begins.  But our days are heating up quickly, and the humidity is much higher now.  Isn’t it amazing how the seasons change?   It can be such a gradual process, but sometimes I look around and wonder how everything changed so quickly.  

Sunrise over hayfields covered in dew

Maybe life is like that sometimes too.  Just when we start to get comfortable with something, it changes!  But isn’t change important too? I think that it promotes growth, depending upon how we handle it.  Many of the more beautiful moments in our lives are simply that- moments to savor and enjoy. And then things change.  But like a beautiful sunrise, they can be moments to remember.



November 29th, 2007

Yesterday morning was amazing… the sun rose under the clouds spreading fire through the sky. It was much richer to the eye, deeper reds and hues of pink everywhere. The young one thought it was the most beautiful sunrise he had ever seen. I have seen few sunrises to rival the colorful panorama, mostly those far at sea. It’s amazing how we can never predict a sunrise or a sunset… they just show up and somehow the sky is different with a combination of clouds, moisture and atmospheric particles that is seen in glowing colors. Why does color play such an important role in our perception of things? Too many questions… too few answers. It’s just a moment to appreciate and enjoy while it lasts.

Beautiful Missouri sunrise in November © Fox Haven Media 2007



Basset Hound Sunrise and Dam Thoughts

September 17th, 2007

   This morning I thought I had a nice picture of the sun coming up.  A little hound dog came running across the viewfinder as I took the picture. He likes to spend his morning running hither and yon, with his nose-to-the-ground most of the time.

The ˜ole Basset runs across the field at sunrise


     Pablo had me thinking about pond and lake dams.  I don’t know much about engineering them, or why they are constructed in various ways. Wider would seem to be better…   But I wandered around this morning, and thought I’d get a larger perspective.  I came to the conclusion that I truly cannot imagine trying to manually cut grass on a dam that is much steeper than this.  If it doesn’t wear you out completely, then you risk brief periods of starving the machine’s engine of oil.  I use a DR Brush Mower, and while it handles our dam slope okay (still wants to roll over), it sometimes coughs and sputters and is a real bear to maneuver.  The lightest machine you can find with enough horsepower and cutting strength would be ideal.  There are also some really cool machines that will cut up to 34 degree slopes, but kind of pricey unless you have enough work for it over time.  A hand-held brush cutter also works pretty good, but takes a while.  And by the way, good cleated boots or soccer cleats are really helpful!   I think my real solution is for the day we finally have some goats.  I’m just going to stake a couple out in the middle of the dam and let them at it. :)

An overall view of the pond and dam

If you’re building a farm pond or small lake, a wider dam and shallower engineered slope may make it much easier to maintain over time.

Slope of dam and golf cart

Another view of dam slope and golf cart

The Fire of Sunrise

April 12th, 2007

Much of what we do is often without thought or reflection for the moment.  That’s normal, especially with the demands of everyday life and all we do each day.  The mornings and days blend together much like the ones before… we wake and go through our routines, so often in a hurry to get ready for the day.  So very true here also… getting the young one up and dressed, then breakfast and off to school in a short time frame- it’s a common story for so many families.  

But sometimes there is a moment that comes where we can embrace the greater world in which we live… to stop, briefly, and catch our breath.   This morning one of those moments came very early with the sunrise.   The boy came into our bedroom after I woke him up, and he flopped down for a bit in his pajamas.  I was looking out the window, interested in the changing light of dawn. It had been cloudy and rainy the past few days, and we awoke before dawn to gray skies.  But then?  For a brief, splendid moment the trees were alive with the fire from the rising sun beneath the clouds!  It lit up the tops of the trees in a beautiful red-orange glow that was remarkable. 

The treetops glow with the morning sun at break of dawn - © Fox Haven Media 2007


I knew it would only last a short while and said “Look at the trees!” as I ran to get my camera.  I ran from one side of the house to the other, my son wondering what his goofy father was doing now.  Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve always loved sunrises and sunsets… today was one of those special moments and it lasted just minutes. The pictures barely do justice to the glow on the landscape.  

The glowing sun just above the horizon… a few minutes later it was gone.

 Glowing sun crests the morning horizon below the clouds in April - © Fox Haven Media 2007

The young one was sleepy and had climbed on my bed earlier… as the glow was fading back to gray I urged him to get ready for school… “But Dad! I still want to watch the orange color on the trees!”  He did notice after all… and I’m glad he appreciated the moment.  One day many years from now he’ll learn how precious and few they are… just as I’m learning how precious and few the days are as he grows up so fast.

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