Half-An-Hour

It’s amazing what a difference a half-an-hour can make. I was reminded of that very thought this morning. I simply couldn’t get out of bed on time. It was early enough yet that Tommy wasn’t demanding his morning hay. But instead of fighting the ever tiredness that is sanctuary life, I caved and snoozed for an extra half-an-hour. Oh what a glorious half-an-hour it was.

I ended up going out to do chores about the time I normally come in from doing chores. What a morning it was too. I grumble sometimes to myself when I’m out at 5:30am in the dark and cold. But this morning made up for it. The moon was shining so brightly and gave off a yellow ting to make the moonlight less stark. The stars were out and I could see for miles. The overall feel this morning was one of calm and beauty. I wish I had a camera that could take pictures in the dark. What a gorgeous morning to do chores.

I finally made it back in from chores (about the time I was supposed to be headed to work). I finished getting ready and a half-an-hour later was ready to hit the road. Do you know what a half-an-hour difference makes? In that half-an-hour, the fog had rolled it. Luckily it wasn’t too thick and the skies were already starting to lighten (another difference a half-an-hour makes).

Had I gotten up sooner, I probably would have been able to enjoy a fogless drive to work and a full, beautiful moon for my drive. But that half-an-hour of extra sleep was oh-so-very-much-needed. I know that the days are getting longer, but running behind a half-an-hour also gave me the opportunity to discover how much more added daylight we actually are getting in the mornings. I am so looking forward to this summer.

As it is, the other day I was out doing morning chores (in February) and I thought to myself how much it felt like mid-March. I’ll never understand this crazy weather. Mother Nature always reminds me to never take for granted our surroundings.