This morning, I was up and feeding the chickens before they were up from their roosts and so I heard their early morning coos. Chickens, when not obnoxiously bagawking, make very peaceful noises.
I had the freedom to scan the November garden as I flung compost. It is tented everywhere in plastic tunnel cloches. If it were summer, my morning chores would include harvesting green beans and zucchini and tomatoes and cucumbers at a minimum. Now, my fogged breath spells relaxation. I am not beholden to 8 linear feet of pole beans that will claim another 40 minutes of my mornings. Not now.
It’s not quite freezing yet. When it freezes I’ll need to worry about the chicken water. But for now I really can’t dally – there are still school lunches to be made, kids to get up and moving, breakfast eggs to fry, spelling tests to quiz for in the car on the way to the bus.
There is a dishwasher to unload and load and there are always meals to be cooked and an endless pile of stuff to be cleaned. There are two enormous cabbages to pound into kraut and there is deep-mulching still to be done outside on the perennial bed.
But this morning, perhaps another cup of coffee first.
What do your morning chores look like?