Waking up to the sounds of the forest behind the house. The mist around the pond. The heavy dew, soaking my shoes on the way to the barn. The growl in my stomach when I'm feeding the animals, first.
Everything about morning on the farm makes me feel like I'm doing something important. Not curing cancer important, I know, but important in the way that being kind is important, or having a grateful soul is important. Being a good friend.... Mornings are optimistic and exciting. Anything can happen in the morning. "Things will be better in the morning", and they almost always are.
BREAKFAST happens in the morning, too.
Our hens lay eggs that are so golden in the centre they are almost orange. They do this because of the way they are raised. Organic feed, plenty of water, grass, bugs, grubs, leftover porridge with raisins and pumpkin seeds, vegetable trimmings, dried out cornbread with a little goats milk, and love.
They are free to roam throughout the farm (with the exception of my fenced vegetable garden) and because they have the run of the place, no one patch is torn up from excessive scratching. They run into the forest if the kitty is stalking, or if a raven caws from above. They mostly, and eventually move off our driveway if a car comes.
So with all this loveliness contained in an egg, we usually have two for breakfast.
Who wouldn't love mornings..... on the farm?