The other morning I woke up early and the sun was just coming up.
I was able to lay quiet and listen to my house wake up. That may sound like an odd thought but it is how I looked at it. This house isn’t not any where as old as the house I grew up in, this one is about twenty-one years old. But it has it’s voice if you listen carefully.
First there is the sound of my husband perking up the fire in the fireplace that is our major heat source. The because of the warmth the wood floors begin to talk and squeak as they their wood warm up. The Golden Cochin hen named Goldie who runs free as she wishes is singing with the mocking bird out side the window in the big tree. The quiet voices of the couple who have an apartment in our finished basement. Outside on the drive our grown children are going off to work.
Now in the bright of day, I smell the coffee and I get up to start the new day.