I would like to thank Gordon MacRae (I share a birthdate with him!), Rodgers & Hammerstein and the film adaptation of the musical, “Oklahoma!” for my being a morning person.

I don’t particularly enjoy the act of getting out of bed before the sun is even peeking over the horizon, but I enjoy the leisurely pace at which I can operate in the early dawn hours on the weekends.  The weekday is filled with hustle-and-bustle, feeding the animals and myself, getting dressed and made-up and gathering together all my work gear.  The weekends though, is just me and the quiet of the house, Crazy Dog whines a bit at first because I won’t let her out of her kennel right away but she falls back asleep.  I pad around in my Stewie Griffin pajamas and hoodie sweatshirt, puttering quietly.

I recently moved the laptop from the couch to the dining table (it’s a large dining table that DH built), where I can watch out the patio doors into the back yard and the forest and fields beyond.  I listen to the birds in the trees, the woodpeckers marking their territory via drumming on metal brackets for the pasture fence.  I watched the chickadees exploring in the flowerbeds, trying to get into an iron Chinese lantern that decorates a flowerbed right out the patio door.  The efforts they put forth trying to see if they could squirm between the holes were valiant, and while they didn’t succeed, they did give me the idea of building a birdhouse for that bed.  The new house will come my fine, feathered friends, it will come.

I’ve been up for an hour at this point (Sunday morning) and the sun has finally made it over the tops of the trees to the east of here, as I noticed a bright arrow of light shoot across the field behind the house.  Marvin and Sumo, my roosters, are competing with the morning crowing (though Marvin, who outweighs Sumo by a good 8 pounds is the dominant fellow).  The chickadees, wrens, woodpeckers, robins, nuthatches, blue jays and a dozen other species of songbirds at least, are talking and singing in the clear, cool 34 degree morning, punctuated by American Woodcocks still uttering the occasional “peent” at this early hour.

This is my favorite time of day, when the world wakes up, whether the weather is fair and sunny or inclement, I love greeting the dawn.