And it really is morning by the average definition. That’s two days in a row, up at 7am. I keep the shades drawn though. I REALLY don’t like watching the sun rise. Memories of crazy youth, partying into wee hours. Yuck. My ideal man will NEVER ask me to go hot air ballooning, as they always seem to take off at dawn.
I like early evenings, sunsets, Autumn. Peaceful. Morning is bright, blinding and screams. But today Zephyr went back to bed, the neighbor is gone. It feels, dare I jinx it, quiet.
As with much of life, I prefer to ease up near it, circle for a while, watch, think, consider my options–move in or flee. So often I leave, but sometimes, with great self-coaxing I move in, a bit. (I am a canine at heart, canine lupus–leery). Moving forward requires a lot of personal interaction with. . . strangers. It’s a tricky dilemma.
This can be good, sometimes. But even good can be tiring. On-line, I’ve found, is somewhat easier, but also time consuming, especially since I get so distracted: “ooh, look at the interesting post, the pretty bobbles, earrings, purses, colors . . .” then two hours are gone! Like today. It’s nearly 9:30.
So much for social endeavors. I have photos to post. Descriptions to write. Talk about time consuming. My newest Etsy (dahlilafound) is much slower to fill as it requires more research (ie. curiosity). What kind of button is this? How old are these tea cups? Where did these shoes come from? I like to know the facts. Maybe, a little too much.
Oh! Before I go. A movie must see: “The Jane Austen Book Club.” I stayed up ’til Midnight last night, so as not to leave it undone. Delightful! And it all takes place here, in my neck-of-the-woods.
I will leave you with this visual tidbit. Aren’t they precious?