Peripatetic philomaths…focusing on what's really important, eating ethically and cleanly, fermenting, foraging/wildcrafting, practicing herbalism, and being responsible stewards of our land. Sharing our photos, musings, and learnings. Still seeking our tribe.
About a half hour before sunrise technically occurs, morning chores begin. In this pre-dawn period, it’s dark, still, and very different from the way the farm feels when it’s light out. Eyes, used to interior lighting, need to adjust to the darkness and sometimes there’s a bit of stumbling around while trying to get bearings.
It’s a special time: wild birds begin stirring, young roosters start to crow, and the landscape is tantalizingly amorphous and mysterious. Sharp edges are softened, noises muted. And as dawn approaches – the glorious, changing colors in the sky, the wondrous event that’s unfolding – it feels like being front-row at a much-anticipated concert…and the star is about to enter the stage. 🌞
I’m spellbound by a tall Silver Maple tree that seems to keep watch over our property. This morning, the dawn sky was all soft colors, the shadowy tree standing steadfast against the pink and lavender backdrop…an arboreal guardian.
When the humidity is nearly 100%, we get morning views like this one. It’s the kind of morning where you feel wet, instantly, as soon as you step out of your air-conditioned car or home. As an added bonus, it’s been in the upper 80’s here, so it’s in the low 90’s with the heat index. Hot, muggy, and wet. And it’s not summer yet! 😬
On the flip side, the grass requires no supplemental watering (between storms and heavy dew) and the still air holds the honeysuckle’s perfume for appreciative noses.