Oh What a Beautiful Morning

As I sit on the deck, drinking my morning coffee, at my mom's house in the woods above Poteau, Lucy is digging random holes with a shovel and squealing with delight to find worms. The breeze is blowing through the trees and setting the wind chimes tinkling. The creek is flowing and I can hear the water from where I sip my coffee. The only sound not made by nature is the beeping of the metal detector Emma Jane is using to find treasures in the grass and rocks and near the creek.

Perfect morning...