It’s about 8am in the morning. I’ve been awake since about 6am, and outside shortly after. I love the early part of the mornings, when the sun is just barely up and most people are still sleeping. It’s quiet, and in the suburbs you can only hear the occasional car and the birds. It just reinforces my plan to move up north, away from people.
I’m pretty simple when it comes to things that make me happy. It’s usually the little things that make my day, the bigger and more complex it is, the more likely I am to dislike it. So a quiet morning to start the day is well worth not sleeping in.
When I woke up, the boyfriend was still asleep. Oddly enough, so was the kid. She usually gets up as early as I do, and is most definitely a morning person. So I snuck out the back to the deck and posted up with my coffee, reading the news with my mutts at my feet. Eventually Noodle woke up and came out here, and beyond that short little photo op, she’s stuck to wandering around the yard, looking at the garden or the flowers (much like how her Grandpa does first thing).
So here I sit, just enjoying the morning (because the Universe made me do my chores yesterday), vaguely thinking about what I’m going to make for breakfast. I think some blueberry pancakes are in order, I have to use those remaining blueberries soon or they’ll go bad. Then it’s a day outside for us…
Hope everyone enjoys the rest of their weekend. :)