Sunday morning

I’ve started rising early again.

I’ve been an Early-to-bed /rise person most of my life. In recent months I found myself sleeping longer, sometimes over nine hours. It rendered me groggy for the first hours and I knew those hours were not productive sleep.

For the past few days I am up at five. I love the darkness of predawn. After letting out the Alpha Chi, Chica, and offering breakfast to George of the Jungle, my enormous Orange Tabby and Lady Jane Grey, the new addition kitty, I often just sit quietly with my thoughts and my coffee. This ritual can linger for hours before I begin my day’s activities. It is a slow but rewarding start to another day.

It’s December and in two weeks another year will be completed. It is a warm December and oftentimes indicates a colder winter. There have been several in recent years.

I still have tomatoes growing in the vertical garden out back on the deck. In approximately two weeks I will be sowing seeds indoors. Odd weather patterns no longer faze me.

This morning I have to finish processing my mushrooms harvested yesterday that are dehydrating in the oven. The house smells like the cinnamon peach pastries I baked yesterday. it is a comfortable scent for this damp morning.

I have a to-do list a mile long. Another cup of coffee and I will look at it.

The soft purrs can lull me no longer. It’s a new day!