The morning has quietly come upon us. I closed my eyes last night and 7 am raced to the forefront. With snow....
Lots of snow...
Other years, pre-wanna-be-farmer years, this wouldn't have bothered me. I would have simply creeped downstairs, brewed some coffee and poured juice into cups for the kids, laid on the couch, awaiting wakefulness.
We still have strict rules regarding our coffee-first approach around here, but if daylight has broken, the chickens have gotta come first.
So, it was out to the garage for me, to don my winter wear and grab a shovel. Although I shoveled a great amount (twice!) last night, Vermont come upon us during the sleeping hours, and there are still more to go before I could out the coop door.
But now, the work is done for the moment, and I can enjoy these moments of quiet comtemplation - my coffee by my side and my cat by my feet.
It is a good way to be.