Gentle Morning.
The last in the States for a while, and thank goodness. Morning sunlight on our back porch, however, is soft and splendid. One cat is humping a suitcase, the other is snoozing on her fuzzy throw. The cygnet still sleeps, and I’m doing a bit of last-minute paperwork for the store and getting ready to water the plants. It’s these rare moments of perfect intentional direction that appease my Taurean nature. I know exactly what I’m doing this afternoon and today, and I don’t have to take care of anyone but us. Next stop - Amsterdam to Glasgow to Saddell Castle.
3 years ago • Notes