I love spring and summer for the mornings. I admit I am one of those people who can't imagine why someone would sleep late enough to miss the morning sunshine, it's the best light of the day! The moment the sun raises it's shining head, I am awake. There is something so peaceful and hopeful about the morning. The birds are singing and there is time for a cup of hot coffee and some reflection on what the day might bring.
This morning I grabbed an old quilt and threw it over the swing under the pine trees. Grabbed a pillow, my cup of coffee in my favorite handthrown mug, and a new cookbook from a set my dear sis gave me for my birthday. On the way out I stopped by the snowball bush to enjoy the lush round balls of flowers hanging heavy on it. I love snowball bushes. My grandmother and mother have always had them and now I do too.
A bowl of fresh strawberries from the grocery store (Ours aren't ripe yet), and I was all set for a beautiful morning. The next thing I know I'm swatting mosquitos like a mad woman and gathering everything up as fast as I can to escape inside. One of the little devils got me right behind the knee. Time to spray the yard so we can use it. Lol. Oh well, I can still enjoy all those things safely inside.
Two more weeks of school (work and college) and then a small break. I'm counting the days.