I don’t get up early in the morning very often anymore for
the simple reason that I don’t have to. And
since we’ve started letting our pug Olive sleep with us, I could sleep ‘til the
cows come home because this pug is not an early riser. As a matter of fact, sometimes she looks at
me as if to say, “Really? I can’t
believe it. You’re getting up now??” But she manages to shake herself awake enough
to get up and go when I’m ready. And
being a dog, once up she forgets that she wanted to sleep in. After all, the next nap is just around the
corner for her.
The thing is, though, when I do get up early, I almost
always think I should make a habit of it.
The light in the early morning is just so wonderful and the photographer
in me thinks I ought to take advantage of that.
Unfortunately, the old, cranky person in me has her way most of the
time.
Last week, I had to get up early two days in a row and on
one of those mornings, I managed to think to take my camera along when I took
Olive out for her morning walk. Here you
go…
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| This is the first little whitehead I've seen this year and it managed to put itself in one of my planters. |
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| The light through the ash tree leaves makes them look like stained glass. |
