Across the road from a dilapidated old shack (that I like to call home) is a great big beautiful meadow called the Swaner Preserve.
1200 acres of protected open space where birds and beasts come and go all year long.
My early morning ritual involves a steaming cup of very, very strong cowboy coffee.
One of those ultra-warm, cuddly, comfy, fleece robes (bright red, way ugly!)
And, some seriously tacky bunny slippers.
Because even in winter (it was 8 degrees this morning) I have my coffee out on the deck that faces the meadow.
I never know who or what will be hanging out in that meadow. Maybe a fox. Perhaps an eagle. But, a herd of Elk?? In the 5 years I have lived here I've never seen a site like this before!