I like gently waking up in the morning with the sun peeking through my bedroom window. The light dances across the walls and slowly brightens the room until I feel I must rise to take on the day. There is so much to do.
That will be another day. Today I rouse slowly and greet the dogs who are always happy no matter if it is sunny or rainy. They both look at me with pleading eyes as I open the door to let them outside. Like it is my fault that it is raining. I shrug and encourage them to go outside. Millie doesn't mind it much and trudges out to do what she has to do, but Bradie hesitates at the door and needs a little nudge to get her going. I breathe in the cold and damp air and stand ready at the door with a dog towel. We have lots of dog towels lately.
It has been mostly cool, raining or drizzling for over a week. Although this morning it feels like it has been forever since we have seen the sun. We have almost caught up to the "normal" rainfall amount for this time of year. The grass is richly green and tall and in great need of another mow. The trees along the edges of the property are ready to unfurl their foliage.
The apple trees are leafing out and budding. I hope the blooms hold off until the rain stops and the temperatures rise a bit. Not many bees or other pollinators around during cold and rainy days.
Overall there is not much to look at in the garden yet. But there are signs that current inhabitants seem to be enjoying the cooler and wet weather: