A morning

All is quiet and still here, the rest of the house is sound asleep.

The first light is beginning to rise and the sky is a beautiful soft grey.  The air is cool and the doors are open airing the house before the day heats up. 

Bruce the rooster crows loudly.  Letting us know it is indeed morning.  Though he is somewhat over zealous in his task as he starts this routine at about 2am.  Strutting to his post, surveying his yard and crowing proudly, ensuring all is well before he undertakes his other morning tasks.


Bruce the rooster strutting his stuff.


Why does the rooster crow I wonder?  Is it to mark his territory?  Or is it because he simply finds it to be plain, good old fashioned fun?  The determined way in which Bruce goes about this all important task of crowing, makes me think though there may be a little of the first in there, there is also a whole lot of the second.

Inside the little old cottage it's just me and my keyboard tapping away to the sound of soft snoring (Aggie) and not so soft snoring. (Grant)  The kitchen benches have been cleared and wiped down, ready for the morning after a bit of a haphazard night.  It was en eggs on toast kind for dinner kind of night.

Today is shaping up to be a little easier.  The washing machine is whirring quietly, the sourdough has been fed and is bubbling away ready to be made into a fresh loaf.  I was hoping to make it this morning but the starter is not ready, and there is no use trying to rush sourdough.  It is a process, that keeps to its own ancient rhythm.  There is some old grain mix that I found pushed to the back of the cupboard which is now soaking with a good splash of apple cider vinegar for the chooks breakfast.  Waste not want not and all of that.

Over time, I have come to love and appreciate the quiet beauty of the mornings.  I used to be a night owl, very firmly through and through.  But oh so slowly things have shifted, and by slowly changing deeply ingrained habits my body clock has shifted also.  Not always mind you.  But mostly.  Don't let anyone one tell you that you are born either a morning or a night person.  If you want to become a morning person enough you will make it happen.

It has just turned 6am, and Grant has just gotten up ready for a long day of work during harvest, a sign the boys will soon stir.  I can hear Angus tossing and turning too, he is usually the first wake.

It was good to check in dear readers, and I hope as you are sitting reading this that your morning or day is going well.  Are you a night owl or a morning bird?

Much love,
Emma
xx




19 comments

  1. Good morning Emma,
    I am a morning person after years of starting work at 2am and now 6am, I too used to be a night owl but the necessity of life has a way of changing things. I still awake early on my mornings off, love the sounds of the birds and cows outside window first thing in morning. I envy you your new adventure and look forward to following you and your family on that adventure.

    Cheers
    Cheryl

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    1. Oh I can only imagine that listening to the cattle would be lovely - as long as they are not being moved and bellowing that it!

      I think that 2am would seriously stretch my love of mornings but 6am is far more acceptable!

      Thankyou so much.
      xx

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  2. I dont like early mornings. When we lived on the property my day started before the sun was up. Now that we live in town it is no lobger a necessity so I stay in bed till I wake up. My day starts between 7 and 7.30am. I am up in plenty of time to do what needs doing. Bar humbug to early starts!

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    1. LOL Jane, well I reckon your well entitled to enjoy your sleep in until 7:30am!

      xx

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  3. What a beautiful and calming post.
    I too have always been a night owl. Getting up before 9am was pure hell. Today, like the last couple weeks, I have been waking up and staying awake really early. Today it was 445am.
    I love this time and pray that my kids don’t start joining me in this early waking. As mean as that sounds, this has become my time to mentally prepare for the day. In order to keep the house quiet I usually sit and have a coffee or read a book. This morning I sat quietly listening to a podcast, my newest obsession.
    Once again, I love your blog. You have a very calming way of expressing your feelings. All too often it seems there are blogs about getting and gaining more. Buying the latest fashion or home wares. Your blog is calm in the storm of blogs.
    So thank you for the time you take out of your busy day to share these moments and thoughts. I hope this mornings peace lingers all day for you too. Yvonne

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    1. Thankyou so much for your beautiful, and thoughtful comment. It brings me so much joy to know that my ramblings here bring others encouragement, and peace.

      I am a person of big feelings, I often feel all the feelings all at once. I have had to learn to untangle them, to learn mindfulness.

      Writing brings me alot of clarity and enjoyment. It is such a helpful tool to finding, recognizing and savoring the joy in the ordinary.

      xx

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    2. Oh and I love podcasts too! Aren't they just the best thing!

      xx

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  4. I wholeheartedly agree. You can change your body clock. When I took up baking as a profession, I was starting work at 2am. When that part of my life was over, I enjoyed sleeping overnight until 6am again. Although it's a lot harder to get out of bed in winter, when it's still dark out. If I don't have anything pressing to do (generally on a weekend) I love to stay under the blankets during winter, and just snuggle.

    Summer's a different story though. You just want to get up early to get your jobs done, before the heat of the day. That's probably Bruce's reasoning too. Actually, I'm pretty sure it's all about calling any single ladies in the district, to his domain. Or something like that. LOL

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    1. Oh I had forgotten you were a baker!

      That's why your baked goods look so good, Now I feel substantially better! LOL

      Oh! He is trying to expand your flock, your quite right.

      And winter is an entirely different kettle of fish. I too like to bunker down.

      xx

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  5. Hi Emma, I am a morning person. I love hearing the sound of a rooster crowing, although I wouldn't want to hear it at two in the morning! The Christmas lights are up, and I just finished making another batch of hot processed soap. Your sourdough sounds wonderful. I must get back into baking bread again...

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    1. No Christmas lights are up here, though we have made some decorations. I think this weekend will be the ticket for decorating as it looks like we will be here for Christmas now.

      Your soaps are always beautiful! I tend to make only basic, functional large blocks of soap. LOL

      xx

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  6. I love this post.
    I used to be a morning bird, but now I think I'm a night owl. I'd like to be a morning bird again, but sometimes I'm too lazy to get up early. The earliest I wake up is around 6 am.

    I didn't make bread for a while now. May be next week ...:)
    I hope you are having a wonderful week.

    xx
    Nil

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    1. Thankyou!

      I think it does not matter if you are a night owl or an early bird really, I think its lovely if you enjoy a particular time of day and spend a little time doing something that fills your tank during it.

      I hope you have a wonderful week too!

      xx

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  7. Early Mornings are my favorite time of the day. A good cup of coffee, some reading, visiting my blogger friends, and the anticipation of what is to come. I hope your day was a good one.
    Love
    Patricia fl/US

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    1. It is lovely to sit with a cuppa and catch up with blogs isnt it? I think thats my version of reading the newspaper!

      I hope you are going well Patricia, in this Christmas season which I imagine must be bitter sweet without your dear husband by your side. Sending love to you.

      xx

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  8. Most definitely a morning bird. I love the quiet of the mornings when the rest of the house is still sleeping and so quiet. I I seem to think more clearly then because later in the afternoon I become a muddle headed wombat!! Meg:)

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    1. hahahahaha!

      What a wonderful description! I too become a muddle headed wombat, infact I often think it is my constant state of being!

      xx

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  9. Oh, you are SO right! I was a night owl my entire life until I had my daughter (who never, ever let me sleep. I was up regularly six times a night- that's not an exaggeration- until she turned 18 months. There's a reason sleep deprivation is used as torture...). Nowadays, I'm up every morning at 6 am, often before, and it's to the point where I look at the clock at go, "Oh, it's 7 am already? Holy cow, it's getting late!" I NEVER thought I'd be that person, but here I am! :) I do miss the cool quiet of 2 am and having the house to myself at that time some days...

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    1. Oh Henry was like that too, he had terrible reflux. So hard!

      There is something lovely about that time alone in the morning isn’t there? I too never would have picked enjoying mornings as I do.

      Xx

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