I woke up early this morning. I tried to go back to sleep, I really did. I arranged my pillow, rearranged my pillow, stuck my foot out, turned over, turned back. You know the routine. Finally, I got up.
It wasn’t really early anymore…not quite six. I turned on the bedside lamp and opened the blind in the bedroom. It was just starting to get light outside: that pearly dawn light. The big fir trees were in silhouette, a bit of a moon peeking out between them.
When I let Sam out, I stood for a moment on the porch and smelled the air, listened to the drip drip drip of melting snow, the train thrumming on its track across the lake. I could see my bedroom window from where I was standing. The light shining through, my bed on the other side of the glass, rumpled sheets and blankets.
I fed Sam, who was dancing around ecstatic at the thought of eating two hours early. Well, why not?
So while the kettle was boiling for tea, I rummaged around in the pantry and pulled out a jar of applesauce that my friends Norrie and Barry made last fall. From apples they picked at Hanna Orchards on Apple Fall day. That’s the day the orchard opens to the public and lets you harvest the windfalls for some ridiculously small amount of money.
When I opened the jar, it made that wonderful seal-breaking thwack sound, and then this aroma of apples rose up like an old memory, except it was real. Oh, my God, wonderful. Delicious.
6:52 am. A new day begun.
4 Replies to “Tea and Applesauce at Dawn”
That was me but yesterday! 🙂
I could really hear that jar being opened.
We woke up to fog. It sure seems like winter has no end. More snow last evening. Just can’t wait for Spring. Glad I know how to sew quilt tops and knit. Enjoy the applesauce. I add it to my zucchini bread recipe for moistness.
Enjoy! (Your post reminded me of writing exercises I use to do during my college days….we kept a daily journal….as a warmup to our bigger writing project at hand.) I liked the freedom of just writing….