Where The BlueBird Lives: Ode to Sunday...

Shortly after the sun comes up we awake without the buzzing of an alarm. This is the earliest we get up all week, Ferg & I just want it to last as long as possible, it is "our" day.

One of us gets something respectable to wear outside and walks down the driveway to pick up the Sunday paper. We only get Sundays because we have time to read it plus I love to clicp oupons, it has become more of an addiction. The best is when I have a coupon for everything that I am buying (it has happened) but that is for another post.

Back to our day...While sitting at our kitchen table this is the view in the morning:

I feel very lucky to have this view because I do not have to look at another house or building. Since we do not own our own home yet I have been trying to pick out very positive things about where we are. Sometimes I get caught up in what do I do next, or really trying to hurry through life to get to the next point.

When do we stop and just be happy in our current spots?

This gets to be a muddled thing for me, I tend to dwell on what I don't have instead of what I have, so sad...

I am trying earnestly to turn that around, while I know that everyday is not always sunshine and roses, it is at least rain and carnations...is that so bad?

For example most people complain about geese, not me I am delighted to have them in my picture. I love to watch them interact, the occasional scuffle, the simplicity of flocking to their food, and the marvel that they mate for life.

My sister brought me home a present the other day and it has slipped right in to my morning spot, it is this lovely little tea pot (I did not mean for that to rhyme but it made me giggle).

I always wanted one of these, it comes with a drinking cup under it, and it is just the perfect color and size for 2 cups of morning tea.

This is my favorite part...

my Ferg with 2 days of stubble, bedhead,

dressed in his sweat pants with a white tee shirt on,

there is just something sexy about a white tee shirt,

don't ask I couldn't even explain.
We are not really coffee drinkers (unless we go to Starbucks)...to tell you the truth my moms coffee pot went on the fritz one morning so I brought her mine, I since have not missed it,

it gets much more use over at her house.

On occasion Ferg will drink tea, but most times he is a young at heart hot coco man!

Cheyenne & Jackson are up early as well, usually Jackson likes to go outside for a little walk. Sometimes he is content sitting on one of the chairs next to us.