I love mornings.
Even on hot days.
When the sound of the cooler blows, coffee brews, bread toasts…
Fresh fruit scents waft about.
It’s quiet and very sunny.
I don’t drink coffee but I love the scent of Mister’s morning brew.
It’s hot picking flowers and rosemary.
But fresh and cool inside.
The light of summer is beautiful and bright.
Strong and light.
Setting table, breakfast times.
I love that quiet fresh morning time.
Poached eggs, fresh squeezed oranges.
Avocados + blooms.
Sitting, taking the time to look at every little petal.
Layers and pinks.
Jam jars for sipping.
Creamy poached eggs.
Raspberry jam.
Sitting extra long when Sundays roll in.
Elbows on table, no matter.
Chatting about this and that’s of life with Mister.
First giant dahlia bloom.
Herbs in water.
Happy moments.
I just love the soft clanking sounds of mornings.
Mornings like these remind me of being in the dining room of a beautiful old hotel.
Much like my favorite breakfasts at Hotel del Coronado and the Hassayampa Hotel.
Love those places to pieces.
I have such fond memories of both.
Fresh mornings, silverware sounds, coffee and tea and the scent of cooking potatoes.
People seem delighted and happy.
First morning sips.
Love that time of day.
Do you?
Love, V
ps:
It’s been a crazy weekend.
1) I got sloshed around in bed last night thinking I was going mad, only to find out we had a rare earthquake occurrence in Arizona, yikes!
And then only to find out, maybe it’s not that rare, as seen in history files.
Personally, every so often, I feel a little tremble of the ground.
I think, am I imagining things?
Hmm, seems, perhaps not?
2) Watching a mama try to teach a baby owl to fly for two nights.
Baby crying crying.
Me, crying crying.
Quite big baby below.
Mama watching watching.
Hi Owlie Mama
Me hoping hoping.
And in my heart knowing….
Nature knows what it is doing.
Mama knows what she is doing.
So I left them alone quickly.
Please fly baby owl, please!!!
Good baby owl info. here.
Oh my aching weekend nerves, hahaha!!
I love the sounds and smells of summer mornings too. Reminds me of warm summer weekends when I was growing up and Arkansas vacation time.
I love owls. I used to collect owl figurines when I was a little girl.
Ava and I saw a giant white barn owl fly right over our heads a few months ago. We had bought 2 balloons to release into the sky for the anniversary of a passing. Ava asked me “Mom, do you think he knows we’re sending these balloons up for him?” Just as she said that, a giant white owl soared right above our heads….maybe only 4 feet above us. Gave us both chills.
xoxo
Kim
Gerushia’s New World
I adore owls! What beautiful night shots you were able to capture on your camera.
Every once in a while we will hear owls at night in our suburban neighborhood. I haven’t heard them of late, and neither have I been seeing bats.
I hope the baby owl has a safe landing if it decides to take off! Let us know of its progress, please!
I thought for sure you would have been asleep last night way before ten, since you got up very early…but, I guess the earthquake would have woken you up anyway from a deep sleep as it is. Not fun, yet adrenal rush excitement, and nerve wracking at the same time! Crazy for sure!
XO
Miss Teresa
I like to take Sundays off from my walks to let my body rest, but last night we stayed up until 1 a.m. waiting for Mister Lovee to get home from a jam session down the road. And we were all adrenaline rushed too indeed from the earthquake. Although I don’t know how in the world i will get up early again tomorrow, eeeeeks!
Owls are so beyond special. It’s funny, one appeared the night baby died also. Strange…. xoxo
With summer’s heat sneaking up on us, the dogs and I have been getting up at the crack of dawn and enjoying cool breezes before the sun over heats the day.
I love listening to the sounds of birds first thing in the morning.
And at night we have the singing of frogs. Another special time of day this season.
Such a super beautiful post…gorgeous imagery..so dreamy and poetic! Love the sweet owl.
Your kitchen is lovely! I love all the fresh flowers and that tablecloth and chair cushions! Ah, poor little baby owl, learning to fly is nerve wracking! He will learn eventually!
Oh my, you live in a wondrous area, oh so beautiful and full of life.
I feel exactly the same about mornings,really no matter the season.Summer mornings do have that special enchantment.Esp. when You’re so blessed as We both are, being in love with the One across that table.
….And I do love owls too 😉
Awww the baby owl! I screamed for a turtle to cross the road the other day, and a little tear fell down my cheek because I knew the little guy was going to make it! Such sensitive souls 😛
I love your breakfast table.
Our pumpkins are finally in the ground now! I just posted a picture on my blog.
That’s just lovely: your table-scape and flowers. Brunch is my favorite time of the day…early enough to not be considered lunch but later so it’s not quite breakfast, but you can still eat savory and sweet things alongside of champagne mimosas. Haha!
Side note, I saw that table runner a few weeks ago and fell in love with it’s charm. If they’d had it in a pink blend, I’d have snagged it in a second.
Misha, I would LOVE to know where you saw the runner. I want another one and I just found this online from an estate shop that sold some new things too.
Oh all so lovely!! And Owls!! OWLS!! Pure magic, indeed!! We heard one in the Spring, and found remnants of him….(pellets….and left over bits of owl-dinner…..eeek)! But I did not ever see it…alas. Oh, how large was your earthquake!? We had one a few weeks back….I heard a loud rumble and the ground sort of….shifted…under my feet……our wee one said “why is the house moving!?”
As the proud caretaker of the Owlie arriving from Arizona’s Fanciful Twist one fine day after me ceaselessly begging a certain amazing artiste with lovely locks and cotton frocks to ppppllleeeaassse make an owl, you KNOW i am always on the lookout for a good who who. 🙂
Oh oh! Roo’s Fancy Breakfast In A Hotel Award goes to Casa Monica in St. Augustine. Bill Clinton stayed there! Gorgeous Moroccan art and architecture, once a summer home for a royal. The opulent dining room filled with rich colors and ridiculously shiny silver things -from forks to pitchers – was second only to the food. Have you tasted bleu cheese grits? Amazing!!!
xoxovii