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He is processing the total unfairness of a life where pig ears are regulated by timing and his body cries to gorge as a storm approaches this good morning.

For a retired "street dump" Greg has a deeply engrained love of all things soft and plushie. He prances, dances, and zommies with them. We do end up boundary setting on division of mine and yours. Witness what was my favorite pillow denuded of cover and regulated firmly into the "his" category.

Sunrise

Early amble under paisley sky and spring reactive trees has Greg and I damp with dew but mosquito free this good morning. Anticipating the dawn has its own rewards.

Hints of dawn shades imbue the early light with promises of a good morning. Greg declaims we go back inside until the mosquitoes cease their prandial predation.

Thank you! He is as cool as his name portrays

Exquisite art

Lord Greg the dragon king

My meadow is awakening and the bees are excited to meander flower to flower. Greg likes bees and butterflies but not the dreaded wasps. I think it's their sound that highlights their differences to him Thinking on this good morning about the joy that friends bring and smiling

The sky is as unsettling as today's future

“How necessary it is to … stick one’s head out of doors and try to read from creation, which has nothing in common with cities and the works of man,” Delacroix

A morning where the crisp coolness of the air is belied by the softness of the dawn coloring. This good morning awakens and stretches before me

There is a softness to the shades of light this morning. The birds are gentle chirping, no frantic cacophony today and even autocorrect doesn't try to override my thoughts this good morning.

Greg has switched over to daylight savings time and is pushing the get up routine earlier to match the sun's march and echo the rooster's energy. So does my life dance to canine whims or are we harmonizing on this good morning?

Dog watching bird migrations

I hear their passage in the early dawn, following an imperative to flock, to flow. The song birds chorus greets them and their lodestar, Greg and I wish them safe travels. Bird migrations punctuate more and more dawns as spring marches in. Good morning sweet life stirs around me.

The six am bus was eight minutes late, faster than normal, and didn't toot hello as it passed. Greg hackled and stared as the routine became different. He is highly alert to changes in behavior around him. I'd hate to be a teenager trying to sneak out past him.

I've ordered the iridescent dots for these windows that are used to prevent bird strikes. The fledgling hawks sit in the tree and swoop to attack their reflections. The dots will bring rainbows and slow their rush to imprint themselves. Some days I wish there were dots for humans.

Small formations of birds are stitching between the sun kissed fabrics of cloud masses ahead of the roaring push of cold surging south. Not yet Greg coat time but will be soon enough. A good morning to celebrate the tenacity of hope and cheer the light.

Watching Greg for me right now is dark on dark fading. The camera captures the hidden light and illuminates the coming dawn. A visual representative of hope this good morning.

Today we chose the elevator for our first descent groundward. Sciatica suggested a few less stairs until the liniment took hold. Weather swings need a less abrupt pendulum to glide on. Good morning glow helps smooth the way.

Innocence personified

Reflections of a different morning since today is dank, dim, and dissolving mist reluctantly. Good morning though.

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The Angel food cake fog is slowly dissolving as the moon's caresses bend to the sun's approaching warmth. It reminds me there are glories to be gathered after the pain of loss.

Somewhere in the marsh a bullfrog stifles hiccups. Good morning

Rippling sunrise signals coming unrest as Greg does business and scurries back inside. I smell rain coming this good morning.

Checking for lookout spots

If the feeder is filled they will come

Texas Gulf Coast and snow just seems surreal

A plethora of toys but a broken down box is still a favorite. It slides easily and makes prey sounds. Good morning crisp and chill so far.

I was contemplating an early ramble in the mist, but the mist is coalescing into steady rain and Greg says "No!". I do think he has a cat or two hiding in his family tree.