no birdsong was heard as I filled the birdbath and watered the porch pots in preparation of the heat expected to arrive in a few hours.....
back inside my bare feet feeling the grit and pet hair that stills sits waiting to be cleaned off my wooden floors....
not at this time....not at this early hour....
my thoughts were well ahead in the day thinking about my time with Zoe in the evening where I plan to sing again to her "I'm a little tea pot"......she'll remember the words......we did this together when she lived with us.... I don't want that special memory to end so we'll sing together again in her new room while will find a special place to hang her new amber colored lights .....
the cake recipe is simple....I'll post a link here tonight....
found inside my well worn and nearly four decades old recipe box ...... still showing the heat marked
rings on the front where over three decades ago I rested two hot potatoes for Steve and I while I finished preparing the last details of supper one evening when we were newlyweds....
I love this time of day....
I enjoy the stillness and hearing the unfolding of the day....
a distant dog barks....
a car engine roars to life as someone sets off to start their day...
a sound from the ice maker that would have gone unnoticed midday now can be heard clearly...
a set of cat claws clinking on the hardwood floor.....
it's still dark outside...
the cake is cooling....
I hear the deep breathing from the "big dog" as the cat continues to circle the rooms.....
the smell of lemon cake....
it's a lovely way to begin the day....
3 comments:
I would love to be in your house with all those sensations!
I, too, love that early morning quiet.
Lemon cake is a lot better than the lemon polish I'm pushing around this a.m.
Lemon cake is a lot better than the lemon polish I'm pushing around this a.m.
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