I’m humming away to myself this morning. But then I’m a morning person, especially if that sun comes peaking over the rooftops, calling to me. I mean, how can it be a hardship to get up and start a brand new day?
Jakesprinter’s theme for the Sunday Post this week is Morning. I walk through a park very like yours on Saturdays, Jake. I don’t have time to linger on a bench, but I always smile at the swans on the peaceful lake, the dog walkers, and sometimes an early morning toddler, kicking a ball with his dad. Very often I’ll be singing Cat Stevens’ “Morning has broken”… that most gentle celebration of the new day.
More prosaicly, my day always starts with a cup of coffee, and a book (though these days , the laptop sometimes wins).
Sparkling grapefruit? A bit of toast, and I’m good to go.
That doesn’t vary much, even when I’m in the Algarve, but the scenery’s a whole lot different. Often I sit up on the rooftop, gazing out over the salt marshes to the sea. Sometimes I do a little t’ai chi, before it gets too hot. Then maybe a stroll down to the bakery for fresh rolls. I can seldom resist that early morning wander through the town. Coming along?
I’m going again in a few weeks, so thank you Jake for reminding me what I’m missing. Apologies to those of you who’ve seen some of these images already in Talking about Tavira. I hope it’s worth a second look?
This started as a morning post and it’s teatime already! The evening will be spent checking out the other entries in Jakesprinter’s brilliant challenge. Click on the flying dragon logo or the links to come with me.