Pickle and I have a morning tradition. We get up at 5:45 and head downstairs to brew the coffee. I allow myself to check my email and putter on the internet just until the coffee is ready. Pickle keeps me company.
Then Pickle and I pour our coffee and make our toast and curl up on the couch under our comforter for our morning writing. This is our view:
Our farmhouse is dark and quiet, and this morning, it is snowing.