In previous summers, I’ve spent most mornings with my coffee watering the garden. This year, we’ve had rain nearly every evening which makes early morning watering unnecessary. I realized as I poured my coffee this morning that I missed those quiet moments in the cool air starting a new day.
So, out I went. The cool, damp grass felt great on my bare feet. The fresh air hit my face and peace swept over me.
I took a few minutes to let the chickens out and enjoy the garden growth (which is stunted due to crazy hail storms).
A few minutes was all I got before “mama” rang from inside. Duty called but I felt refreshed and renewed.
I think I’ll head back to the garden tomorrow morning.