Waking up in the Country

Groggy eyes open, shut again in a denial of the presence of daylight. Roll over, snuggle my sweetheart, fall back to sleep. Slowly coming to consciousness again. Sound of the ceiling fan and the birdsong coming from outside through the small opening in the window.

We’re at about 2500 feet above sea level, with a view of the small town of Chewelah down at 1,670 feet. It’s already over 70 degrees outside before 8 am. We take our showers even though we’re going to do some outside work this morn...