My favorite kind of morning.
So were we lucky yesterday evening? No we weren’t 🙂 But it took just half an hour to straighten out a slight misunderstanding on what certain action would do instead of what the person thought it would do 🙂 The question whether the road leaned towards one or the other direction at a certain stretch could not be solved even if it had been measured with a laser 🙂 So we left that topic after just ten fifteen minutes. But it could have been worse to be honest and I came home relatively early. I’m not the one for the small talk after the meeting so I guess I came home much earlier than the others.
I woke up, or was woken up by my dogs at 4:30 and found a world hidden in thick fog, my favorite kind of morning and decided it would be nice to take our morning walk as soon as I actually felt awake 🙂 It’s quite light outside by that time now and one never knows for how long the fog will stay. Especially since we won’t get any rain today and even get some sunshine again. It was a bit chilly and the temperature had dropped to 0C (32F) for just a few seconds before it slowly started to rise again.
I had moved out all my dahlias yesterday evening but covered them with some layers of thin nonwoven cloth. I haven’t checked on them yet but they should be ok, I hope 🙂 Anyway, we started walking in towards the village and suddenly we had two cats following us. Teodor and Bertil had just been fighting but they never stay angry for any longer period of time. Teodor stopped by the mailboxes, around 150 meters (much the same in yards) and I knew Bertil would follow us half the way and then turn back home again. To my big surprise he followed us all the way today.
Nobody else was up and about at that time so I guess there was nothing going on that could scare him I guess. The big horses half way home were a bit scary though because they came running to greet us and since everything else was quiet that sound became rather loud 🙂 All birds sang of course and the Cuckoo bird arrived a few days ago. It’s very important from what direction one hear the Cuckoo bird the first time in spring, according to Swedish folklore. If one hear it from north the summer will be dry, from south someone will die, from east one will get comforted but it’s best from west. That all rimes in Swedish and sound much better 🙂 I heard it from west the first time so this will be a great summer according to the Cuckoo bird 🙂
The sun has begun to shine and the clouds are breaking up there in the sky. I think it’s time to finish that pot of tea I have by my side and them go outside to see if those dahlias has managed to go through the night without being damaged by the cold night.
Have a great day!