I found myself rolling out of bed this morning mumbling about how terribly dark it still was. Two days off hardly seemed to do the trick. And while stumbling about trying to miss lazy cat tails and pull on my old scrubs and tennies, I started to drift back to my little dream, in my little yellow house. . .
I love the fall. I can't even begin to explain how much. There really isn't anything I don't like. I'm even ok with winter being the following act. This never use to be the case, I do hate snow. Its awful, but I have found, the thought of curling up with your anamchara in front of a fire in your little dream house, something nice and warm to drink, under a soft fluffy blanket. . . let it snow.
Ok, well let it be winter anyway, we don't want to get ahead of our selves.
So back to stumbling about already daydreaming. . .
On these beautiful cool mornings I could just snuggle in for another hour, warm in my bed. Outside the bright reds and yellows and oranges on my trees will be there when I get up. The smell of apples and fresh hay filter in and remind me we need to go and get our pumpkins soon. There is nothing better than the pumpkin patch. My perfect little studio will be filled with autumn sun. You know, its that richer, gone through a filter sunlight, it makes you sigh and you can't help but smile. I settle into my comy chair and begin going over orders and my lists for the day, cup of hot tea beside me.
The screech of a very angry orange cat yanks me back to the present, aparrently early morning day dreaming and dodging cats doesn't go terribly well. My little house will be waiting for me. Unfortunately, irritable hungry cats will not. *sigh* At least fall really is about here. . .
*mian*
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