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... quiet ... restorative ... are early mornings. Coffee and cuddle time with the pooch. The hum of the refrigerator, the pups gentle snore, in the distance a train's whistle - long and low. I wish early morning lasted longer. Some folks prefer languishing in bed ... others prefer waking whisper by whisper and sip by sip. That's me.
We have house guests. Brothers. They rolled in last night at dinner time .. through dinner then dessert and into the evening we talked - of the serious and the silly, the sad and the sublime. They're here to pick up a trailer for one of the brothers and his lovely wife. The trailer was found in the foothills and will now begin the process of restoration. A 1948 boles aero monterey.. it's wonderfully campy inside with mostly beautiful wood and original white appliances. A sweet find. The hubs and I drove up to the Sierra foothills one night last week to check it out, deemed it worthy, stayed while the buyer and seller conducted the necessary $ transaction over the internet, slapped a hitch lock on the tongue and drove home. It was a fun, spontaneous evening and we had a fast food dinner on the way and tums later on .. ha!
The other brother has chickens. Chickens lay eggs. He brought eggs! I became friends with the chickens last summer while checking out a trailer in SoCal. They were little back then and I spent time cuddling the cute feathered gals. Cuddling chickens - who would have thunk. Looking forward to a great breakfast. There's nothing comparable to eggs that are truly farm fresh.