“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”
“What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully.
“It’s the same thing,” he said.
Here on the farm we usually get up at 4 a.m. Sometimes I’m up and at ’em right away but other times I linger awhile, sipping tea and reading as the sun rises and washes my bookcase in golden light.
My first job is to pull on jacket and boots and head out to the goat pen, but I usually get stopped in my tracks on the back porch by the sun rising beautifully over misty fields.
I lead the goats up to the front gate and turn them loose to graze their hearts out in the field.
I just love the light at this time of day. Even goats look like something out of a fairytale in ethereal morning light.
Once the goats are happily noshing, I let the geese out for a feed and a flutter.
Then, if it’s not too cold, I sit out in my kitchen garden with a fresh juice or smoothie. It’s mango season right now, so the markets are full of mangoes so ripe and fragrant they just beg to be turned into luscious smoothies. I’m happy to oblige, throwing in some plump, ripe strawberries while I’m at it.
I never thought I’d be happy to wake up at 4 a.m., but I love it now, and wouldn’t trade these mornings for anything.
What is your favorite time of day at your house?