up and at em

I'm not much of a sleeper, I figure there will be plenty of time for sleeping when I'm dead. My job now is to live every minute, well that's the excuse I give myself for my lack of sleeping.

I woke up hours and hours before anyone else and took myself out into the garden to have my coffee and enjoy the tranquility of the moment with the flowers, the birds and the chickies.

wandering down the path

old milk churns

young black bird drinking from the fountain

the lawn cicular lawn

a hidden bench

the "girls", Gertie and Daisy

looking back towards the house

outside the kitchen where the madman hoovers

the workshop door

beyond that green gate lies a whole other world where my father creates magic

gertie or daisy, I'm not sure but wither way it's one very tame chickie. Ro says it's Gertie

the summer house...which we weren't even using as it wasn't summery

All of these photos were taken at about 6.30 to 7am and it was so light. The sun rose around 4.50 each morning and didn't set until 9ish each night. It totally screwed with Rosies bedtime. Oh how I love the seasons.