Morning has broken

Morning has broken,




Like the first morning....





Blackbird has spoken,





...like the first bird.




Praise for the singing, praise for the morning



Praise for them springing fresh from the world.


Sung by Cat Stevens. Lyrics by Eleanor Farjean.

I wanted to share one of my glorious mornings I had this weekend with you.

Misty morning on the lake

One of the best locations we chose for our log home was being on the lake. There's just something so soothing about looking out at the calm water. And of course there's just so many things you can do out on the lake such as kayaking, fishing, swimming and just the observance of wildlife. I've come to realize I prefer the "silent sports" on the lake. My jet ski days are behind me.
This past weekend, we got up early two mornings in a row (no easy feat to wake my snoring husband up!)to experience the morning mist and the quietness around us.



Here the mist is just starting to rise off the lake.














Early morning is the best time to go fishing.















Greg is letting me know where my beloved loons are out on the lake.













Two loons dancing in the mist.

I took about 100 photos of the loons (some of which will be posted on my bird blog this week.)

I never tire of documenting their progress and hearing their haunting call across the lake.