Nirvana. Absolute nirvana.
National Coffee Day. What could be better than that? Around here, coffee is considered the nectar of the Goddess. (One guess as to the Goddess-in-Residence.)
I’ve got nothing more than that right now. It rained during the night giving a sweet, pungent scent to the air of downed aspen leaves and sagebrush. A heady thing to inhale. Along with the morning cup of joe. The sun is shining. The sky is that impossible September blue. The aspens are dancing and sending more of their golden dressings down to the ground. There is a slight chill in the air–definitely fall here.
Ahhhh. Autumn in all of its autumnal glory. On a day celebrated for coffee. What in the world could be better than this?
Well. Add in an adorable daughter dutifully doing her schoolwork already. Life is good. So good.