And to trudge back up to the house, through that sunrise, after feeding the animals and moving them, and checking who is eating well and who is making more noise and telling Daisy: not long, Honey, not long , and then in for a beautiful hot cup of creamy coffee watching the dawn, before you rustle back up into gear and
make a special cow breakfast then gently exit back into the brightened morning for the gentle milking. One thing we know is that the sunrise is always different and though it sounds like every day could be the same – it never is.
There was more to yesterday than that sunrise, but the still anchorage of a miraculous red gold sky, even though laced with calls and voices and movement, expectation and endless determination, this dawn resounds, echos and conveys us silently and carefully through the day. Those wisps of sunrise, that colour of rose, like hope.
Good morning. This morning’s dawn (as yet still under wraps) will show ice on the ground from last night’s freezing rain. They forecast snow as well, but that passed us by.
The cold is back. Have a lovely day.