Sunday Morning Alpenglow

It is early in the brand new day.
I rose with Beth so I could drive her to work for her morning shift.

The sun was beginning to light the eastern sky over the Rockies range and shafts of light were piercing the air as though from some giant's flashlight shone skyward between the peaks.
The Purcell range to the west was glowing a soft pink that gradually grew in intensity, turning to orange then blue and finally bringing to relief the green velvet carpet of trees interrupted only by the folds of the draws and the rocky outcrops.
I drove along the highway with a genuine, if not goofy, smile upon my countenance - it was a lovely beginning to what promises to be a wonderful day in the mountains.

On my way home I stopped in at my friends' home to check on their two budgie birds and four goldfish - their owners having given me the key to look after their house and livestock while on a three-week visit to Italy.
The wee feathered fellows chirped, and chattered at me while I cleaned their cages and refilled their water and food bowls.
The fish in the pond said nothing...

The house is quiet now with only the clatter of the keyboard to keep me company.
George will be awakening soon to take the boys out onto the lake in hopes of catching a rising trout for breakfast.
Our friends from the city are tucked away in dreamland with their son in the cosy camper the garden - we have discovered that our parked camper trailer makes an excellent guest house!

I retired early last night in order to greet the dawn this morning.
Friday evening was very late, as we had two sets of friends from out of town show up at the same time.
The usual mayhem followed, along with the required consumption of wine that must accompany the fifty-first birthday of one of our guests.
But playing until two o'clock in the morning makes for a long day, since I had risen at five o'clock the previous morning and worked all day.

I was tired and feeling rather testy yesterday and, finding my house covered in root beer after emerging from my shower, did nothing to improve my mood.
Apparently the children had had a wee bit of an accident.
I did take advantage of some time to pout while the rest of the crowd went to the beach.
...as I cleaned up the table, the floor, the door, the walls...

Today appears to hold great promise and I look forward to relaxing in the sunny garden and reading a good book - after hiding the root beer.