I woke up around 3 something & instead of tossing & turning, got up at 4 & headed for the kitchen. Apple crisp just came out of the oven & cinnamon apples are in the crockpot with an ETA around 9 a.m. I did make a ‘dent’ in the half bushel of apples, but plenty are left so more early mornings are in store because it appears that’s the only way to get things done.
It’s now about half an hour before dawn. The sky is a beautiful deep pink over the Blue Ridge mountains to the east. Fog off the nearby river has crept across the fields & my cow neighbors are just dark objects as they graze - they are getting noticeably fatter with the calves that will be born in Jan/Feb. It’s just gorgeous outside as I watch the countryside wake up with a first cup of coffee. Inside, the smells of apples, cinnamon & nutmeg scent the air. It’s a good start to the day :-)
Lovely! I can smell your house from here! Nothing quite as wonderful as that aroma!
Enjoy the fruit of your labor!
Qiviut, hopefully anticipation of a another beautiful sunrise in your new idyllic surroundings!
It always took me a while to get used to the sounds of a new house at night, wind across a roof, the sound of the furnace going on, creaks in the walls or floors as it changes from day to night and gets colder.