Early morning is the very best time to enjoy the garden.
To simply listen to the quiet.
Not a single car drives by.
The steams rises from my coffee cup and mingles with the perfume of the flowers.
Bumbling, bumbling, bumbling,
Bumble Bees hum their song
Bumble bees their feet dusted with gold.
My coffee cup warms my hand.
Then from from the distance I hear music.
Far away across the fields a truck parks waiting to make a delivery.
A semi trailer with an extra large cab.
A home on the road.
Music drifts across the fields.
A solitary trumpet playing a soulful song.
I sing along with the music.
“I was dancing with my darlin’
to the Tennessee waltz
when an old friend
I happened to see.
I introduced him to my darlin’
and while they were dancing
My friend stole my sweetheart
A serendipitous moments that I share with a truck driving musician.
I sing out loud and clear “Thank you for the music.”
Quiet – then a shy toot of the truck’s horn.
My unknown musician takes his bow.