I am not a morning person....but oh, how I love the mornings! If I can kick my butt outta da bed, and get moving, it really is a lovely part of the day. I went out yesterday morning and greeted the birds, and watched the sun come up.
First, I had to check on the snail trap (beer in a lid). It doesn't hurt the wildlife (as long as you don't consider drunk kitties and coyotes injured), but it looks kinda gross. "Hmm.....and people wanna eat these things?"
::sigh:: only the French could come up with that. Or Fear Factor! I wonder if they're French?
--I step up on the rock to look in the Pampas grass for snails (wow, look at the cow, I mean that calf. well-developed, eh?) No snails! I walk around the other side, and STILL NO SNAILS!!! (hmmm....but part of this bed is bare -- I need to put something there).
That, by the way, sounds like good advice: if you have a bare bed, put something there.
I continue around the yard, seeing which sprinklers need fixing, deciding the sprinklers really need to be on now (instead of off while I drag ass about fixing them) or the yard will never green up.
Wow! Can you see that? Look at the sunrise. Too far? Here......let me get closer for you....
::sigh:: I really do love the mornings.....