Morning Dew

The other morning, Lilly needed to take a walk just as the world was waking up. The dew kissed grass and leaves were opening themselves to a new day. The air felt fresh and clean and cool, not yet knowing the sun bursting heat that awaited it. I do so treasure those early cool mornings, those few we have.

It’s not morning anymore. It’s evening and I bid you a good night. Sleep well, my dear friends. *hug* 😉



Author: Carol B Sessums

I'm a person just like you who wants to find ways to better my life - not to just better myself, but to become extraordinary and to love my life.

2 thoughts on “Morning Dew”

  1. Hey this little tale reminds me when my mother was walking this world and I was just yung’un’ we wood walk the nearby moors and pick mushrooms for the family morning breakfast. thanks for the memory jerk… ‘squidge’


    1. Oh wow, this sounds like a lovely warm memory and beautiful story. Your words play like a movie in my mind. I can sooo see you and your mama walkin’ in the woods with the morning mist falling over the purple moor and watchin’ y’all gather mushrooms for breakfast. Yum! I know you miss your sweet mama. I know how blessed I am to still have mine. My heart aches for you. I miss my dad. He was a special kind o’ person. Never met a stranger. Everyone knew him and if they didn’t, they would in about 5 minutes. 😉 *squish*


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