I have my mornings down to a fine science. I rejoice in being alone.
I listen to the coffee brew while watching my garden.
That is the only noise I hear. The sound of the coffee brewing.
If it is on the hour my lovely bird clock will chime a bird song. Usually the black bird or blue tit.
Once I’ve had my first sip. I turn on the news. I love the news.
Then if the house is not to much of a mess. I feed my obsession. I write a little something to share with you.
So today I slept in, I missed the Blue tit and the Black Bird. I woke up just in time to hear the nightingale sing.
The Sparkle Bee heard me move. I heard her little feet hit the floor. I heard her little yum yumm yummm Mommy, This means she woke up hungry and I only have a few minutes to make her breakfast.
So the day slipped away. I got bits done. Shopping came. You’d think I had my café with the amount of bags. (See the photo above.) I do one huge online shop once a month. Then to the fruit and veg market and butcher a few times a week.
So the day slipped away. I wish I had my quiet news and coffee morning back.