The mornings here are my favourite. As the sun rises it hits the grass laying down paths of golden light across the lawn and garden. The colours are rich and dark.
If you look down to the river you can see the mist rising over the water disappearing into the cool morning air.
Every corner of the house is filled with pockets of light, warming up with walls of earth.
Mid morning sees the grass dry out, the river getting bluer, and a chance to get out amongst it all.
We sit on the verandah and read, or do a puzzle, or jump down to the grass to run around.
Then we usually stop. Have tea. And eat some more baked goods.
Yes, mornings are good here.