The light in the early morning has its own quality, reflected on the dew in the grass, glinting soft and golden in the quiet corners of the barnyard.
They are there waiting for me, waiting for their breakfast and the familiar routine of this part of the morning's chores. The work is peaceful and meditative, and as I move through the rhythms of the buckets and scoops and forkfuls of hay, the sleepiness fades and morning takes its place.
Senses filled, hands busy, I can think of no better way to begin a day. It is calm, but sometimes exciting, as it was on the morning I forgot to close the barn door and only realized my mistake when four cows were running about the farmyard. Oh, but that does make for a good story to tell.
Some mornings, one or more of the children will rise with me to greet the day. Still sleepy and soft from their dreams when we begin, they unfold into the day with the rest of the creatures here. They talk with the cows, knowing each by name. There is gratitude for the milk and for the connection we have with the source of it.
photo courtesy of Sophia
When our work is done, we move on into the rest of our day, our empty jars (and so much more) having been filled in the space of a morning.