Morning

Morning in Iowa. If you call 4 AM morning. Some people call it night.

When I was younger I used to want to sleep late. Now that I am older I like to wake up very early. I am excited to still be breathing I guess. I never expected to live this long. I did not ask for it. It is not my fault. But since I still am alive I guess I will make the best of this day. I will try to use all the parts of me - mental and physical - that are still working. It beats the alternative.

I took this picture of a yellow Iris at my Father's house in Arkansas. I do not know its name. It does not know its name either. I asked it but it did not reply. It is still a pretty flower. Guess names are not that important.