A Beautiful Morning

I was up and about a little earlier than usual today.  At 6:30a I roused myself from a warm bed, threw on some jeans and a sweatshirt and came downstairs.

Today a local gal is coming to buy eggs, so I donned my headlamp and headed out to pick up those eggs I didn't grab last night.  It was quiet with the exception of the roosters who were greeting the world with their crowing.  The grass was heavy with dew and the llamas were beginning to stir.  I saw a nose poke out of the donkey barn at the sound of the gate, and seeing that it was just me it promptly returned to its warm shelter.

After picking up the eggs and bringing them in to be washed and put away, I poured myself a cup of orange juice and sat on the front porch to watch the sun coming up.

Fog was rising lightly from the ground only a few feet.  It was beautiful to watch the farm lighten by degrees - each moment a little brighter with early morning light.

As I sat there sipping my orange juice and gazing over my farm it occurred to me how different my life is from so many of my friends and family.  How odd it must seem.  How difficult it is to walk the line between the modern world and that simpler time where you reaped what you had sown.

I decided in that moment to start my own blog.  I hope to share some of my experiences with you as I go along on this journey.  Comments and questions are always appreciated.

May you have a beautiful Friday!