OK, OK, I'm up!

I've been woken up every morning for the past 2 weeks at 5:30 by one of my dogs, who comes in and literally tries to whine the covers off of me with nose-thrusting and high-pitched "get up" squealing. I usually let them out (to go chase the inevitable guinea-fowl eating bird food on the lawn), leave the door open and return to bed until my alarm goes off at 6:20.

But this morning was one morning too many.

"OK, Lord, I get it - I'm up!" He must be waking me up every morning for a reason.

This morning I dressed and took the dogs for a quick walk along the mountain contours. Tried to get the boy to join us, but he didn't want to. Yeah, I know it's probably not "safe" to go on my own, but my dogs can get vicious if someone tries to grab me, and there are enough other folk and their dogs out walking that if I fall and break something, someone will be along soon to help.

At 5:30 it's light, and by 6 the sun is up and making the forest glow. There's a great view from the mountain slopes over False Bay, and in the cool of the morning all the birds are out and about. It was a great way to start the day!

Because I was up so early, I had time to do the dishes, and eat watermelon in the sun, and have a large breakfast (amazing how hungry you get after some early exercise - now I know how farmers get those gigantic farmer's breakfasts down...), and potter around the garden a bit.

This may, just maybe, become a regular thing. For my wobbly bits sake it needs to... :)