This morning I gathered up four volumes of Mary Oliver poetry, some freshly brewed coffee frothy with milk in my favorite mug and brought it all back into bed with me. I had to improvise a nightstand since this is not my usual approach to the day– but once the little white table was in place with my white ceramic mug safely on its surface I settled back against an armful of pillows and began to read. Interrupted only occasionally by the dogs who after a glance outside, realized this was definitely the place to be.
You see, this is what you would find out the window:
and, of course, the shots you have been waiting for–
woman OUT of her mind:
But you guys? I LOVE you all.
P.S. yes, all these photos were taken this morning.