The roosters crow.
The hunting dogs bark.
The sound of a car driving by on the 2 lane highway can be heard in the distance.
A cool, crisp Arkansas morning breeze squeezes through the cracked window.
The scent of earth dances in the air – soil, grass, the morning dew.
Light shines through the sheer curtains and across the bed.
My eyes open.
There’s a smile on my face.
I can hear the sound of what I know must be a second pot of coffee brewing.
Then, a familiar sizzling sound.
Slowly the smell of breakfast sausage engulfs the room.
Rumbles erupt from my empty tummy.
I jump out of bed.
I tiptoe quickly to the bathroom with my hairbrush in hand.
The overwhelming scent of Irish Spring soap hits me at the bathroom door.
I step in, close the door behind me, and turn on the light.
As I brush my hair, my eyes wander over to the plaque on the wall.
“If you sprinkle when you tinkle, be a sweetie and wipe the seatie.”
No matter how many times I see it, I still giggle.
Hushed voices float from room to room.
I scurry back to change my clothes for the day.
A bright pink floral tank top and coordinating soft, cotton shorts.
Any silence that was left is broken by echoing laughter in the kitchen.
I hurry and take my place as the helper.
Morning memories of a little girl at Mammaw’s house.
*Photo was taken by the talented Alyece Fuller at the home of my personal Earth Angel, Megan Monique Lewis from Your Spirit Sparkle. Edits were done by yours truly.*
