There's just something so cozy about getting out of a warm bed, putting on a fuzzy bathrobe, and greeting the day. The big windows in my living room display a fabulous sight, the vine maple this year is gorgeous in it's reds and oranges. The birch trees have turned yellow, and not the traditional change of green-to-nasty-green-to-brown like they have done in previous years. The contrast is amazing, the trunks of the brightly leaved trees are looking almost black in the wetness of the occasional rain. I feel the need to head into the yard with the camera soon.
The morning fog adds a comfortable yet almost mysterious quality to the color surrounding me. I love the coolness of the house in the morning, and the relative calm that goes with it. Morning means cuddly quiet loving kids, not wild high-flying circus children.
It's almost movie-perfect. The leaves on the ground cover the evidence that we have not weeded the flowerbeds in a long time. Fall mornings make me feel normal, as my currently un-showered and bathrobe-clad body is perfectly acceptable on a cool fall morning.
All that is missing is the hot, steaming mug of some delicious hot beverage. Evey fall, I consider taking up drinking coffee. I am not a coffee drinker, and I do not desire to be a coffee drinker, but I get it in the fall. My morning glass of ice cold water does not fit into my movie-perfect fall morning.
Currently I have two roasts in the crock pot. Yes, we are that big of a family. The smell of beef and garlic is filling the house and will remain there the rest of the day. It's time to light a fire, adding to the coziness, and remove the bathrobe in trade for my daily jeans.
If only I could hold on to the calm of morning for just a bit longer....