Usually my body clock is set to 6am every day even without an alarm sounding it’s disturbing ring. Somehow, this weekend, my body seemed to ‘forget’ the time and allowed me to sleep in.
In my drowsy state, I peeked over the sheet, still noticing that the household was quiet. This was a bonus as usually the kids would be up and that meant I would be up soon. Not even the cat could be heard.
Ever curious even in my sleepy state, I turn to catch a glimpse of what time it is. To my surprise and delight, it was 7:40am!
Well, pleased with my efforts in sleeping in, I smugly turn over, readjust the sheet and quilt and close my eyes.
‘Ah, this feels so nice’, I think to myself with a smile on my face.
I begin to think about how the kids aren’t up yet and that the cat hasn’t started meowing yet. This brings my attention to the newly born ducklings that have found our pool to be the starting point of their lives. I wonder to myself how they were during the night. Were they cold? Did the Daddy duck decide to join them for the night? What food is the Mother going to forage for them? I must buy some duck food. What do ducks actually eat? The list went on…
I turn again, closing my eyes and try to relax and savour this very special time of being able to ‘sleep in’. The bed is getting too warm now; I toss again, gazing out towards the rest of the house.
And that is my undoing. I decide that I’m happy to have slept in until this late time, but now I can start to enjoy the day.
After the first stop at the bathroom, I greet the cat who gleefully rubs herself on me, stretching her belly out for patting. ‘Enough of that’ she says and I put her down. Next stop is checking on the ducklings.
I walk outside to the pool and the eight ducklings along with Mother Duck are sunning themselves on the sandstone rockery garden – what a gorgeous sight to see. Mother duck has got to know me now, after all it is her fourth ‘lot’ of ducklings that she has graced us with in our backyard pool.
The sun is beaming down on my back and I enjoy just standing and watching the tiny little critters. It looks like Mother has told them to keep still, but as fidgety as ever, they are flitting about and then one by one, they decide to waddle to the edge of the pool and jump in. So cute!
Mother duck is happy enough and decides to follow her babies. Pure bliss.
I decide to make my way in, still warm from the morning sun. A cup of tea is calling…
With a cuppa in one hand, I set myself up in my favourite room, the lounge-room, with my laptop, a cuppa and the cat at my feet. This room is absolutely glorious in the morning with the sun streaming through. I begin to write my blog for the day.
Mother duck has her bliss outside and I have mine right now. Purrfect.
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