Chilly Mornings and Warm Thoughts

No matter how chilly and foggy the morning here on the No View, I like to sit with a cup of coffee and read on the front deck. The quiet, dew, and words from Maine authors conspire to make my mind ready for a day of farm or inn work.

 

I had forgotten the magic that happens on an early fall morning in that brief time when night slips away and the sun struggles to peak over the hills. The birds are calling somewhere in the red and yellow leaved trees by the river, and closer at hand, horses are stamping and snorting and the chickens are exclaiming over eggs they have laid.

 

The dew wets my boots as I walk through the pastures with a cooling mug of organic java in one hand and my phone in the other hoping to catch something beautiful with the camera app that I will share with family, friends, and loved ones before the sun reminds me that their is work to be done.

 

It is hard to decide on one image when everything is beautiful in life. No matter how chilly and foggy the morning is here on the No View, every day is a picture of heaven.

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