When I Live On A Mountain

When I live on a mountain, I will not miss a chance of getting up early to greet the gift of a new day.


I will grind my whole coffee beans and use fresh cream from my cow and a little real sugar:)


I will sit on my porch, sip my coffee, and stare at the sun coming up over my mountain.


I will listen to the birds sing and thank Him.


Before the dew disappears, I will walk up my mountain, Eli by my side, to gather wildflowers in the Spring.


If it is Winter, I will gather firewood.


If it is raining I will put on my boots and raincoat and go anyway. I will lift my head back, close my eyes and feel the splashes on my face. I will taste the drops on my tongue. I will consider this a gift from Him.


In the snow I will stand quietly and cry for the beauty.


I will eat and drink what He gives me from the Earth.


The wild ones will know that I am their friend.


We will watch over each other from a distance.


The days will be the same but none will be routine.


In the evening I will sit on my porch and watch as the sun leaves.


I will listen to the night's chorus and thank Him.


Then I will sleep and think of nothing. I will just sleep.


When I open my eyes, I  will feel the same joy to see the day.


I will be glad to do it all over again.


When I live on a mountain.