A musing on not fighting the morning.

I was texting with a friend about fighting to wake up in the mornings. She said “kind of incredible what I can get done when I don’t fight getting out of bed…”. I agree, and yes getting going is easier when I’m not fighting myself.

The sink in my bathroom sits in front of a window that overlooks a magnolia tree.

It is a delightful view to have while brushing your teeth. All February and March I have been fascinated by this tree’s readiness to create buds in the warm days between snow falls and freezing temperatures.

Again and again, little fuzzy capsules appeared on the ends of the branches.

Finally, in mid April, they began to open. In ones and twos soft pink petals broke out of their fuzzy capsules and began unfurling.

This morning, some of these flowers looked like sea anemones, sprawling petals splayed in every direction. (Not to be confused with the flower by the same name, which I learned about trying to spell anemone correctly.)

Others looked like the bell of a tuba if the edges curved inwards. They illustrated perfectly where the inspiration for a petal shaped / bell shaped / balloon shaped skirt came from. (I write more about clothing and style in it’s many forms here.)

I had spent much of the morning lounging and reading. Not fighting waking up and getting going, but rather reveling in not needing to. In other words, the perfect weekend morning.

By the time I got up and got going, those magnolia bells had opened and transformed into sea anemones too.

I guess even flowers take their time to wake up.

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