Picasso eating his favorite cookies . . . dipped in water of course.I get up, I let the dogs out, I feed the dogs. I uncover the birds, letting them out of their cages and I say good morning to each of them. Then I stand in the sunroom with Bijou for awhile, preening her feathers and greeting the morning sun (when it's out that is). When she's ready, I gather up the food dishes and we head into the kitchen, where Bijou's tea is waiting.
Bijou drinking tea from her favorite cup her daddy bought for her.
Bijou rearranging the tupperware cupboard.
This lid doesn't belong here!
Picasso rearranging the floor design.It's in mornings like this that I appreciate the fact that I don't have to work - that I can stay home, take care of our fur and feather babies, take care of our home and pretty much manage my day in any way that suites me. I am truly blessed and grateful for this mundane life and the magick in the morning ritual.