There’s nothing like a fall morning in the country.
You can see the sun rising early in the morning across the back field with its amazing color pallet and smell fall in the wind.
And as the leaves fall and the sunlight slowly filters in through the windows I tiptoe into the kitchen….pour myself a cup of coffee…..
….and wake up the house.
Some people talk to their plants.
Some people talk to their pets.
I talk to my house.
And first thing in the morning, when all the house is silent….
….before four children need lunch money or hair bows tied or permission slips signed or family fun night forms filled out or great discussions on why Abraham Lincoln was such a great president or that president is spelled p_r_e_s_i_d_e_n_t not p_r_e_c_e_d_e_n_t.
Before chaos reigns.
When all is still.
And it’s just me and the house.
I wake it up.
I tiptoe quietly from room to room….
…..and turn on one lamp, then another.
I karate chop a pillow here or there.
Maybe even pick up a backpack or homework or tiny piece of paper or cheerio or a toothbrush or….
……a stinky sock or two.
Sometimes if the house and I are feeling extra adventurous….
…..I open the french doors and let the morning right in.
And say….welcome to the world little house.
A new day has begun.
But that’s only on special days.
That’s only when we are feeling really crazy.
My house and I.
And after the pillows are fluffed and the lights are on.
And the stinky socks are picked up and another morning begins.
It’s a new day.
I can feel the house smile at me.
But today I was busy.
Today I didn’t have time.
Today I didn’t have an extra second to talk.
So I gave it a cursory wave and went on my way.
Next week there will be more time.
Time to savor the morning and wake up the house properly.
Time for salutations and conversation.
I’m looking forward to it.
After all, I really want to talk about the new season of Dancing With the Stars…..
….and I’m sure the house has a big opinion.
PS Hope to see you at The Chapel Market!