Once again I am reminded of why I like to look out of my window. This morning I was greeted with this view.
Life is so hectic, and sleep so short. It feels at times like we don’t have time to stop reeling, but when little man comes to wake me at 6.30am, checks I can talk, says “good morning” and starts talking about whatever is relevant to him at this early hour; I open the curtain and we both think this is most wonderful. Even Jasper and his four years of age can appreciate the colours and the wonder.
Coming downstairs to feline chaos and the shortage of milk was of little concern after having not such a bad wake up call.
The mad hair is another matter entirely.