My favorite kind of morning
Aug. 22nd, 2011 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trystinnIts one of those misty mornings here, where you can almost hear the mist falling onto the trees. A sort of bemused hushing sound, anticipation as an almost-visible sensation. Its a cool gray morning, the songbirds are quiet and all you can hear are the crows in the neighbors' trees. Even the roosters are silent.
Given the overwhelming serenity, I was able to drink my first cup of coffee with our shy cat Fudge. My job while I sit on the front porch is to pet him, catch up on news and protect his kibble from the chickens. Scarlett and the Three Amigas (the Ameraucana chicks) have learned to run around the house when they hear the kibble hit the bowl so I have four polite little vultures hanging out at my feet. Once in awhile, Scarlett will merrily pop into my lap and croon for pettings while the other three warble amongst themselves.
The somnolence is nearly-overwhelming. All three of the dogs are asleep and even on my second coffee I'm wondering if a nap is in my future.
Somehow, we have to start the day around here.
Given the overwhelming serenity, I was able to drink my first cup of coffee with our shy cat Fudge. My job while I sit on the front porch is to pet him, catch up on news and protect his kibble from the chickens. Scarlett and the Three Amigas (the Ameraucana chicks) have learned to run around the house when they hear the kibble hit the bowl so I have four polite little vultures hanging out at my feet. Once in awhile, Scarlett will merrily pop into my lap and croon for pettings while the other three warble amongst themselves.
The somnolence is nearly-overwhelming. All three of the dogs are asleep and even on my second coffee I'm wondering if a nap is in my future.
Somehow, we have to start the day around here.
