I am up every morning, some mornings before the birds chirp, but every morning before all others.
I light the stove in the camper heating the giant percolator. After it began to perk, I set the timer to 15 minutes then wandered to the bathroom through the quiet woods along the short path.
Samuel often cuts up wood we have purchased. But this morning no little stack awaited so I stumbled around in the forest gathering enough branches to make a fire. In the Adirondacks it is always at least ten degrees cooler than at home so the fire with the coffee warms me and allows time to gather my thoughts before the still morning and its peacefulness is disturbed.
After the fire takes off the chill, I take my second strongly brewed cup down to the lake. This morning’s delight included two ducks, one which brazenly walked up to our campsite the night before looking for handouts. The water steamed with the warmth of the morning sun after after a cool night. A loon calls to say good morning!
And Samuel working hard…