I’m so glad my window looks east into the sun rising. . . It’s so splendid to see the morning coming up over those long hills and glowing through those sharp fir tops. It’s new every morning, and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that bath of earliest sunshine.
L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
We’re home, Maya’s home from the dog sitter, and all is right with the world (Except for the fact that Gerry’s battling allergies. We thought he was getting sick, reminiscent of our honeymoon two decades ago when he had pneumonia but hid it well from his blushing bride until we got home and he completely succumbed. When we got back to Kamloops and the sagebrush yesterday his symptoms worsened, so it looks like allergies are the culprit this time.)
I’m looking forward to routine, and gardening, and writing, and reading, and routine. Did I mention routine?
And spectacular sunrises. Remember the pre-dawn sky I mentioned earlier this week? The one that took me barefoot out into the yard to photograph the splendour? I shared an image with you that I captured with my phone because I didn’t have time to process the ones I took with my DSLR. Here’s one of the images I captured with my camera. I thought the phone photo was okay, but it pales next to this one that I took time and intention with. Makes one think, doesn’t it?