I’m not feeling quite human this morning and it is all Shannon’s fault. She forced me to go to Helen’s Garden again. And she made me drink lots of wine. She wouldn’t let me go home early either.
So I was a bit slower than usual waking up. Only a bit, though, because my little Belle was beating on the side of the bed as if she were playing a new set of bongos. She is the morning girl in the house.
I’m not a morning girl. Either is Meg. If I were a dog, I’d look about as thrilled as this after having been dragged out of bed, unwillingly, at 7:00 A.M.
These pictures are actually from the other day. I’m still not quite awake enough to play photographer yet today.
I hope these images made you smile, too.