Here’s what I love about my day-off early mornings: The light. The light.
The light. The gentle slants of sun stretching across the grass, easing in through the wavy-glass of our old-house windows, magically illuminating floating dust.
And I love my cup of tea.
And another and maybe, another again.
Through the open window, there is an almost-silence. (crickets and cicadas gently buzz) Birds swoop by to assess the feeders and quickly spin off annoyed, I imagine, by the empty grates.
I try not to think about the rest of the day – not yet. I avoid making the mental lists of to-do: filling the empty feeder or following that fairy-dust as it creates yet another layer to be cleaned on the many neglected surfaces in my house. I push away thoughts of laundry piles or what groceries to buy, menus for the week. Not yet.
This morning, almost-autumn cool, I sit a little longer to marvel at the Monarchs hovering around the butterfly bush. I notice how the green of the hedge seems brightened by yesterday’s rain. There has been a seasonal shift and now, it’s cool enough for a sweatshirt. A sense of a fleeting inspires me to savor these moments — just as the solitude of these early mornings is sweeter for the thought of my still-sleeping loved ones.
I think I love your Sunday morning even better than my sunday morning. I certainly love your teapot.
Isn’t it great? Italian — scored at a tag sale just yesterday.
EXACTLY!!! You’ve perfectly
captured the essence of the early morning of a day off.
Thanks, Nancy!
Such a lovely combination of words and photography to capture the mood, the morning…the moment! Beautiful! XO