Good Morning!

Ruffy snuggles

A light fog lies in the valley. The crows are up early with their raucous cawing piercing the morning quiet. The donkey in the pasture below the house just walked by my bay window, nibbling at the grass; she is angry because she wants more hay (my brother-in-law will deliver it later this morning), and sometimes she breaks out in her clamorous hee-haw to let us know that she is waiting. The sun has made its way high enough into the sky to be peeking over the old gray shed, rising far to the south as it nears solstice. These are the rewards for those who rise early.

Blessings!
Jean