I love mornings. A fresh start.
My yard is a mix of the bright morning light and dark corners that haven't been lit up yet. If I walk down our dirt road headed out to the main road, I have the sun at my back. If I walk to the barn the morning sun has brightened the pasture on my left, but my right side is in the dark still.
Sometimes the sun will shine like a flashlight, illuminating whatever it meets. Such is the case with my cucumber plant.
A new day. Potential.