Early birds and all that
Occasionally I fall in love again with where we live. Where I’ve almost always lived.
This happened early Saturday morning, when we were headed out of town for the day and in a hurry. We drove south along the ridges of the Boston Mountains, over low valleys full of fog, just after the sun showed up. (It’s a scenic byway for a reason.) It was almost a shame to keep moving, and I said so. I said I wanted to come back the next day, to see it at 0 mph and not through the car window.
Don heard me. On Sunday morning, he had already been outside painting the house for awhile in the near-dark when Jack and I got up at 7:30. He took a break to come inside ask if we were ready for an early-morning date.
We were.
THIS is the time of year that makes me miss Arkansas the most, namely because of scenery like that! So glad y’all are enjoying it together!
pretty… it sounds lovely!
Oh that’s gorgeous. Totally worth getting up early for.
Occasionally, I fall in love again with your blog…
I love you guys! This was so beautiful. I’m not a morning person as you know but I would love to wake up early to see this….
Wow, that is amazing. I could just sit there for hours and take it in. You captured it at the right time to, the Golden Hour. Beautiful!
I second Alleen’s comment! I always miss Arkansas so much this time of year.