These mornings it’s still dark when I wake up. I slip into our bathroom to dress and brush my teeth before walking oh-so-stealthily by the kids’ rooms and then, as quickly and smoothly as possible, skittering down the stairs, though almost never without hitting a bunch of creaky squeaky spots. Creaky spots can’t be missed in an old house like ours—it’s full of them.
Once in the kitchen I turn on a couple small lamps, light some votives, start up the computer, and set a pot of water on to boil for my morning coffee. It’s quiet and chilly. I shiver.
This morning I had to run down cellar for a quart of frozen strawberries to put atop our baked oatmeal. As I crossed the deck on my return trip, I glanced in the kitchen windows and my breath caught. For what I saw through the fogged-up glass was my life as a memory, fuzzy and warm.
i think i should wake up earlier
I get to my cellar by going outside too! I keep a pair of shoes by the back door for just this purpose.
That is a beautiful photo. And I loooooove mornings.
Susan, our cellar is under our kitchen but we have to go out on the porch to get to the stairs. It's kind of a pain, I guess, but I don't even think about it anymore.
Up before the sun! You shame me.
Wow! That was a really cool photo! Oh, and I love your description of the quiet before everything breaks loose. I keep thinking I need to wake up in time for that. But, somehow my kids always beat me to it.
You Can Call Me Jane
I love catching those glimpses, too. It makes you wish you lived there, doesn't it? Aren't we lucky we do?
It's always good to see things from a different perspective.
Farmgirl Cyn, yeah, that's what I need! Something to hold over my face to fuzz out the wrinkles and sagging jowls as I navigate the day!!!
I enjoy those moments before everyone is awake too.
It looks warm and inviting. And just where is your cellar located?
I love this photo. Reminds me of the old Doris Day photos where she looks so ethereal. You don't notice the wrinkles or sagging jowls…just the fuzzy beauty!