Morning Glory

Do you ever have a morning, where you reach for your coffee, and you happen to see the sunrise out of the corner of your eye, drop everything, put on your coat, grab your camera and run outside?  I went outside to take some pictures of the pink and purple sky yesterday morning, and it turns out Silje was already out there doing the morning chores of feeding and watering the animals.

They say there’s no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing.  The kids each have a “muff” that Knut bought them a year or two ago that can be worn around the neck and head a number of ways.  He found this hot pink, merino one for Silje which is about twice as warm as everyone else’s.  She loves being warm.  She takes after her mother.

She also loves her animals.  Her cats and rabbit are down in the barn, and the chickens are in the coop, and Missy spends some time off leash roaming/chicken-predator hunting and some time leashed near her doghouse.  I walked in on Silje giving Missy her subzero rubdown, which Missy was enjoying immensely.

I’m not a morning person, by any stretch of the imagination.  But sunrises like this?  They make even me question why I’m not.