The bassets are starting to paying their morning call of nature in dim light. A sure sign that the season is pressing fast forward. I can’t pretend I’m in any way happy with that. If I had my way we’d press pause and live all year round with this climate. A constant hum of cicadas and golden days. Occasional cloud to cool things off but otherwise this is about as perfect as it gets.
Today I wrapped by dressing gown tighter around me and pulled up the hood in defence of the morning chill. I stood on the veranda with my camera around my neck and a mug of steaming tea in my handed and watched the sunrise dance across the field and over the hills. It was so enchanting I almost forgot to take a picture. The clouds puffed their way across the horizon like smoke billowing from the ground.
I know red sky in the morning is never a great sign for things to come. But I can forgive the morning calling when it captivates me like this one did.
