up at dawn

I am not a morning person. Chubbas is. He likes waking up early. Sometimes I try to sneak in a little more sleep. But with the house in the middle of packing madness, it is not a good idea to let him have the run of the house unsupervised. So up I was this morning much too early.

While grumbling to myself about the early hour, I looked out the window and saw this:





My grumbling stopped. I made a pot of coffee, sat down, and enjoyed the beautiful place we call home.