I love the pre-dawn hour.
The stillness, the cool air, the rare quiet of our suburban street.
Just me in my pajamas, barefoot, with camera slung over my shoulder and the space we call our home to observe through not-quite-awake-eyes.
Join G-nome and me in the yard?
Mangoes are almost ripe, the flowers I planted last month are blooming and the herbs are flourishing.
Mr E is taking me to the garden shop on Saturday for more pots, but there's still a few I can transplant later today...
Mr E's bonsai 'hot houses' are working a treat and his tiny bonsai azaleas are almost ready to be potted out...
His other bonsai trees are progressing wonderfully too...
Back inside the sun has risen and it's sharp orange hues fill the big window in the living room. Looking through the window and down onto the ground below you would almost think it was autumn...
Time to prepare the breakfast table before I wake my beloved.
Last night I baked buttermilk scones with sultanas from spelt flour, and ground a fresh supply of coffee beans...
Spread with real butter and my homemade strawberry and apple jam...
...it was time to begin a new day with the one I love.
May your day bring you calm and delight in the simple things that bless your own gently domestic heart,
hugs
