Now that the littles have to wake up early for school, I set my alarm a half hour before they have to get up. Some days I hit the snooze button until it's time to wake them up, but some days I actually get up with the alarm. And it is always rewarding. I pour myself a cup of coffee in a favorite cup. I say one last goodbye to the moon before she slips away from the rising sun.
I linger over whatever produce our gardens are giving. Mostly they are giving weeds after a summer full of trips away, but some of the plants grow heartily, giving peppers, tomatoes, and watermelons.
Brian's ghost chilis are really doing well, and I don't even touch them, they are so notoriously hot. But jalapeños are my favorite, and I have a lot of pico de gallo in my future.
New flowers seem to appear overnight around here. Wildflowers blown in from another area, or spread from visiting birds can crop up in the unlikeliest of places. The wild morning glories threaten to cover everything, and I am constantly pulling them out of bushes and beds where they don't belong. They are a beautiful nuisance.
And just when I find the bottom of my first cup of coffee, it's time to wake the littles. They are so groggy yet cheerful these mornings, and I am trying to cherish this while I can. I know that groggy cheerful littles can turn into groggy grumpy bigs in no time.
And they eat breakfast slowly, trying to get their eyes adjusted to the brightening light. They are quiet, yet happy, and it's my favorite time of the day with them.
We talk about what the day will bring, and they stretch and yawn themselves into wakefulness.
And just for those first morning moments, life is calm, peaceful, and relaxed.