6.43 this morning. The sun finds a narrow opportunity to reach directly into my face through the porch covered east window in my little library. The sun lights me in the warmest gentlest blinding way for ten minutes. Stella on my lap purring and loving the glare. I enjoyed it fully until it moved past me. I love the early morning day.
We are just starting our week, after a wonderful long weekend, welcoming the ease of summer. We took ezra to the farm for a little hike. We had a campfire with friends. We hung loads of laundry on the line to dry in the sun and wind. We freshened up the house. The luxury of days to putter at home without being torn by the need to be at the studio filling orders and building inventory. There was, however, a wrinkle of worry as my best friend from high school spent the weekend in hospital awaiting a surgical procedure today. I am eager for her to be home and well.
So we're slipping into the week refreshed and looking forward to the goodness it will bring.
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