Blogtober Twenty-Three

 

An early start to the day. We awake a bit earlier than normal and decide to watch the sunrise at the beach. We take the time to make a mug of tea and one of coffee before heading out. It's still dark when we arrive. Slowly the sun peeks through the clouds, making its steady way up the sky. Two crab fishing boats lower their traps here and there, hoping for a good return on their effort.

Long skeins of geese fly overhead in trailing V-shapes, their plaintive honking swirling around us. Bands of gold shine through openings in the clouds, making stripes on the water that contrast with the waves. A pod of porpoises swims by, only their smooth black curving backs visible above a steely sea. Gulls bob quietly. A Queen Anne's Lace seed pod is silhouetted against the light in a tangle of driftwood.

Regular dog walkers pass us as we walk. Others, like us, come to see the lovely sun rise. It is a peaceful way to begin a new day. 

Home again for breakfast and the daily routines. I make a pan of focaccia bread topped with fresh rosemary. Half of the fresh panful is in the freezer, tightly wrapped, for another day. There's just nothing like the fragrance of bread baking. I find it irresistible, tearing off a piece when fresh from the oven to chew as I stare out of the window. 

And outside for awhile to clip more dahlias and a handful of feverfew flowers. They are such cheery volunteers in the garden and I'll move them to fill in empty spots as needed. The sun shines, but a chill wind has me pulling my coat around me. 

Now in the evening I am glad for the fire's flames. Chilly darkness outside contrasts with the warmth and comfort indoors. These are the times for books and tea, for candles and a cozy blanket or shawl.