{"id":897,"date":"2008-11-13T18:45:01","date_gmt":"2008-11-14T02:45:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/?p=897"},"modified":"2010-03-25T11:51:16","modified_gmt":"2010-03-25T19:51:16","slug":"bird-song-in-the-morning","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/2008\/11\/13\/bird-song-in-the-morning\/","title":{"rendered":"Bird Song In The Morning"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The sun was golden and the garden was filled with bird song when I woke up this morning. After breakfast, I took a walk drinking in the fall air as the leaves crackled beneath my footsteps, a haunting reminder of the cold dreary days ahead.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-901\" title=\"autumntree\" src=\"http:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/autumntree.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"328\" height=\"307\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/autumntree.jpg 328w, https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/autumntree-300x280.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 328px) 100vw, 328px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>Autumn Leaves<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery&#8221;\u00a0 &#8211; Annie Dillard<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-899\" title=\"Fall Pods\" src=\"http:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/fallberries1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"410\" height=\"307\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/fallberries1.jpg 410w, https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/fallberries1-300x224.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 410px) 100vw, 410px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>Autumn In The Garden<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning and evening.&#8221; &#8211; Henry David Thoureau<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The sun was golden and the garden was filled with bird song when I woke up this morning. After breakfast, I took a walk drinking in the fall air as the leaves crackled beneath my footsteps, a haunting reminder of the cold dreary days ahead. Autumn Leaves &#8220;Our life is a faint tracing on the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[47],"tags":[346,347,348],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/897"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=897"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/897\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2331,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/897\/revisions\/2331"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=897"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=897"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=897"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}