It’s Sunday morning.
I’m on my own today
and the sun is shining
so I decide to treat myself
to breakfast in the garden.

How peaceful it is!

Sunday morning traffic
is barely noticeable.
Around the garden
robins and blackbirds are singing,
finches are chattering,
dicky birds are shrieking
and magpies are calling
raucously.

And how beautiful it is!

Camelias are resplendent
with hundreds of pink flowers.
Heather is in bloom,
in marshmallow pink and white.
Purple pulmonarias peek out
from a small, sunny flower bed.
Six primroses are dotted
about the lawn
and a solitary violet blooms
under our cherry tree.

Coffee and croissants,
birdsong and blossoms,
a leisurely read in the sun
and the prospect
of Latin Sunday Mass
in our wee chapel
at the top of our street.

A feeling of being
wonderfully spoiled
by God this morning.
A feeling of being
deeply blessed.

Doesn’t that just sound like
the perfect Sunday morning?

© Claire Murray, 4th April 2023