My Morning Cup of Tea

 

Bright sunny beautiful morning. Sun is shining up and above in full Bloom. Red Roses are smiling on the brick red mulch, in the flower bed of my back garden. The peach color David Austin is taking a break. Taking time to settle down. Every person is different, unique, has his own individuality, so are plants.

It was rain and thunder last evening. There was Tornado too in the nearby town, in Barrie. Barrie is about an hour away from Pickering. Houses were damaged, power was down, widows blown off. Lot of damage there. We got rain here in Pickering, but not much, just for couple of minutes, still enough for plants to have a shower.

It is morning, 8.45, I am having my oatmeal porridge, stir fry egg with my morning cup of tea. I am sitting in my eat in kitchen, beside patio door. From here, my back garden looks great. I am enjoying the scenery. I am done with my breakfast, going to enjoy my tea at my deck. It is good to be part of the beautiful atmosphere.

We have so much to behold, just have to look through the beauty scattered around. So much is there, to engage ourselves, we wont be able to have time to make complaints. Don't have to do anything, just walk around, take a chair to have a seat and watch the beauty. It is everywhere. Get yourself involved, to be part of the Nature around.

Every plant is unique. It looks green all around but if you look through, you can see variety of shades. Their leaves are not the same. They all have their individuality with their own style, to be observed. For we Humans, to avail the moments to be cherished.

Nature is sort of an open University. We can join in, to learn. To enroll for refresher courses, to polish our skills. Skills to observe, to hear, to listen. We  have great opportunity available, to polish our senses. Our Hearing, our Listening, watching and to have observations.

Hearing and Listening are not the same. I put these two on different slots. When you are into it with your body and soul, Hearing becomes Listening. You start to have a feel of, to be a part of the situation. 

Same is with Watching and Observing. These are two completely different scenarios. When we start looking something, deep through the inside, it is not watching. It becomes Observing. We become part of the moment. Moment, which is to be cherished like a keepsake, inside our Memory Box.