It’s early. The alarm
goes off and I slowly open my eyes.
Mornings are cold these days and outside is dark still. The house is
still so quiet; Mr Rooster hasn’t risen yet with his welcoming crows for the
day. I have lots to do before tomorrow. The
chores are waiting but before I can start my day, there is a family to tend
too. There’s my wonderful husband and
son to see off with lunch and snacks for the day. I close the door as I see the
Ute pull off, it’s not nearly as cold as it becomes once the sun comes up. This
puzzles me as the sun should warm us up, yet as it rises the temperature drops
and then it’s time to start a morning fire.
I pile in the firewood onto the dry brittle pinecones. They make
wonderful fires starters. I’m grateful every winter for the number of pine
trees we have on our property. They make
the job of indoor fire making a breeze. The house is still so silent and all I
can hear is the tapping of the keys on the computer as I type what’s on my
heart. I started sewing the cushion covers yesterday for the two single chairs
I have waiting on the patio for me. It took longer than expected but I’m eager
to get back to it this morning. Maybe,
just maybe, I might be able to finish one today in between the weekly shopping,
gift buying, a house that needs vacuuming, washing to be hung, laundry to be
sorted and packed away, animals to be
fed and watered and wood to be chopped.
Good morning Mr Rooster, cock-a- doodle do, he calls out!
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