When autumn comes around and I find myself falling asleep early, my body rhythms adjust to wake before sunrise. The Hub has always been an early riser. Often I step outside, with coffee mug in hand, as he's getting in the car to leave. I wave goodbye, listen for geese, and check the weather for my bike commute. This particular morning the sky glowed pink, casting lovely light on our street. My half dead pot of petunias dangling from our entryway even looked spectacular.
And then there are the flower boxes of scrawny marigolds. It was a treat to have this time
alone with my flowers before the ruckus of morning preparations steals the solitude.
Beautiful. I also love to ease into the mornings.
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