With dh still far away in the land of sweet dreams, I am up and out. The air is crisp, no boats on the fjord yet. A squirrel is confused when it sees a human at this time of the day. The birds have been busy all though the Nordic night.
I pick some herbs from the garden and make myself a mug of tea. My book is on the table in front of me. My eyes rest in the beauty of the nature.
Some mornings I wish I could sleep in. But then I look around and am glad I am awake....after all.
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Photo: a pyntehåndkle which hangs in the cabin kitchen. Embroidered by one of my many foremothers.
