My mornings – when the weekend finally is here – are usually Good…especially when the sun is shining in there is a smile on my face. I walk slowly through the rooms, watering my flowers. Alone up and awake. Beautiful silence.
A couple of hours later, I hear my daughter’s bare feet in the stairs. Immediately two tails start drumming heavily…so, she says hello and picks up Mille or Totti and sits talking for a while – to both of them. They all agree on the fact that life’s worth living…
Then I smile, open the door and walk out into my garden, shoes on my feet now, to find some herbs and maybe some last flowers to put on the table. Not much is left …and frost has turned green into red and yellow. It’s a good morning.
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