Waking up to the 20 lb Maine Coon cat on my chest, not so much by the weight but the turbo engine, normally referred to as purring. Laying there, listening to the bird chatter in my Bottlebrush tree and watching the room come alive as the sun pours in. Add to that the final touch, listening to my children's sweet breathing as they sleep (a very good thing). After soaking in this honey-like morning, I mosey down to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. With coffee in hand I inspect the garden, to see if there are any snails I need to relocate to the street. As I walk around the lists begin. Mental lists of what needs to be down today in the garden. Being mother's day tomorrow I begin a second wish list (heavy lifting needed by the husband). As I sit here writing I am listening to the Acorn Woodpecker working away, a nice touch for a slow morning. The coffee is almost drained, time to get moving.
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