Morning in the Alberni Valley is a wonderful thing in spring/ summer. The cherry trees bud out. The robins cruise the yards in the neighbourhood. The sun comes out on my favourite morning tea stop. All is right with the world from my front breezeway.
The other wonderful thing is that morning in the breezeway allows me to plan my day in calmness. Nothing sets me off on to the path of stress faster than a morning spent running around like a chicken with my head cut off.