Dawn is a slowly growing experience. Always. But more so in the dead of winter
The air actually starts to feel like it is growing lighter, like ripples akin to a stream
The dark of the night leaving, the color of the day creeping upward
Small slivers of pink glide across the horizon
Until the night shadows retreat; color breaking forth to light our active days
The game camera caught me while out taking photos of that amazing beginning of a short winter day.
From my world to your heart,
Although Terry only cut the alfalfa just a few days ago, the hot sun and the drying winds had the alfalfa turned to hay by yesterday afternoon.
Then at the crack of dawn
In the tranquil brightening of the sunlit sky…
With the dew laying perfectly on the rows of soon-to-be-baled hay….Terry started up the tractor and baler. Each little leaf still adhering to the stem, folded and compacted, all tied up with twine.
Making perfect bales of hay.
Dew…just the right amount of dew, is the secret to rich, green, protein filled bales of food.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
I had one of those long restless nights last night.
You know the kind, whereby you toss and turn, your mind going over all the things you need to do, things you wish you could have done better—everything and anything…
Things that make you wake up in alarm, even though you didn’t think you were sleeping.
Even a walk in the dark with Sam and Boomer left me restless and wide-awake—as if I had drank too much tea.
Gradually along about 4 in the morning peace came over me. The quiet of the night pushing me past the edge of restless dreams into real sleep. Of course first light was in an hour. 🙂
I get up at 5 in the morning. Always. Always.
Things are so much worse in the dark!
Routine is such a part of contentment; night fears fade away.
From my world to your heart!
What can I say—
January arrived last night in April…
We woke up at the crack of dawn to this…..and, of course, not complete with out wind chill.
Really sad. I don’t remember this ever happening in all of my married years…
Everything is frozen and turning black as the sun rises.
Work begins at dawn. There are animals to feed, water to fill, wood to haul, stuff to get done BEFORE getting ready for the town job.
This is dawn (daylight savings time, October 31, 2008), right out our backdoor, just as we are heading out to do morning chores.